March 2012
66 posts
February 2012
12 posts
Pink Cigarette
Mr. Bungle
I found a pink cigarette
On the bed the day that you left
And how can I forget that your lips were there
Your kiss goes everywhere, touches everything
But me
Terrible Love (Acoustic)
The National
It takes a ocean not to break
Driftwood- A Fairy Tale
Cursive
So he would buy her things and kiss her hair
to show he was for real.
And she would take those gifts and kisses
though just stringing him along.
She knew about those wooden boys-
it’s an empty love to fill the void.
“Pinocchio! Oh boy, how your nose has grown!”
So he would cry, “Liar, liar!
I’ll prove it to you!”
But then it grew
“Can I still get into heaven if I kill myself?”
—
“The thought of suicide is a powerful solace: by means of it, one gets through many bad nights”
—Friedrich Nietzsche
