Post by Laura on Dec 11, 2005 14:56:08 GMT -6
She Wears My Clothes
oh I hate her stare
"whatcha thinkin' about?"
"whatcha thinkin' about?"
---I can see her eyes
(breath of sighs)
say, the Devil comes alive
comes in all shapes and si-zes
loves to hurt you
loves to beat you.
I free fall on a worn out bed
where we used to play
no fun now.
no fun I can remember
since her child eyes have turned black
I'm scorned
maybe melted my right side to the pillow
how she creeps.
finds her way into my sleeps as I dream
she pushes me forwardbackwards
[Break my Bones] - they're just tissue
all just hardened tissue
my blood is the only warmth here.
she ties me up
Tonight I miss the fires
and the crescent moons
she empties her eyes.
her soulbonemarrowLIFE
into my insides they go
And after it's done
she crawls on out
my showers running
needs to return, for "sweet"
(muffled) - I hear her whisper -
"Whatcha thinkin' about?"
"Whatcha thinkin' about?"
part two
I can hear her
yes, her breathing is rough
(to the touch)
but she doesn't cry herself to sleep -
Not like me.
how do you define dysfunction?
she sleeps with a teddy -
nightgown that is. Holds her own hand.
Sweat drips off her face
and when it slides into her mouth she awakes
and "squeeze" me:
then whispers
"whatcha dreamin' about?"
to the morning...
feels like an ice age.
showers in my underwear
to rid them of me inside her
though I never volunteered
she feels like it's my fault
couldn't breathe her sins
held it against me
my arms are good for chains
my body makes a good bedframe
Stretch my skeleton
Break it down to -
MarrowsorrowNOTHING
be gone, I wish
she sits down beside me
brushes my hair to the right side
where the stain lives on the pillow
her harsh breath freezes me
to the bone, if I had some left
leans in for a kiss and says:
"Whatcha dreamin' about?"
"Whatcha dreamin' about?"
oh I hate her stare
"whatcha thinkin' about?"
"whatcha thinkin' about?"
---I can see her eyes
(breath of sighs)
say, the Devil comes alive
comes in all shapes and si-zes
loves to hurt you
loves to beat you.
I free fall on a worn out bed
where we used to play
no fun now.
no fun I can remember
since her child eyes have turned black
I'm scorned
maybe melted my right side to the pillow
how she creeps.
finds her way into my sleeps as I dream
she pushes me forwardbackwards
[Break my Bones] - they're just tissue
all just hardened tissue
my blood is the only warmth here.
she ties me up
Tonight I miss the fires
and the crescent moons
she empties her eyes.
her soulbonemarrowLIFE
into my insides they go
And after it's done
she crawls on out
my showers running
needs to return, for "sweet"
(muffled) - I hear her whisper -
"Whatcha thinkin' about?"
"Whatcha thinkin' about?"
part two
I can hear her
yes, her breathing is rough
(to the touch)
but she doesn't cry herself to sleep -
Not like me.
how do you define dysfunction?
she sleeps with a teddy -
nightgown that is. Holds her own hand.
Sweat drips off her face
and when it slides into her mouth she awakes
and "squeeze" me:
then whispers
"whatcha dreamin' about?"
to the morning...
feels like an ice age.
showers in my underwear
to rid them of me inside her
though I never volunteered
she feels like it's my fault
couldn't breathe her sins
held it against me
my arms are good for chains
my body makes a good bedframe
Stretch my skeleton
Break it down to -
MarrowsorrowNOTHING
be gone, I wish
she sits down beside me
brushes my hair to the right side
where the stain lives on the pillow
her harsh breath freezes me
to the bone, if I had some left
leans in for a kiss and says:
"Whatcha dreamin' about?"
"Whatcha dreamin' about?"