This is really odd of me
Pennyroyal Tea
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i don't do this. I don't even like doing this, but i don't have anyone to talk to, and this iskind of like talking, right?
"My eyes are naieve"
I want to be god, he said
but I dont believe in god, here in the modern city where death looks so pretty
And I dont sleep
The world was a tiny flower once
and now its a weed, or, the other way around
Backwards and forwards end up alike in the middle
If I die kneeling, everyone will think i was a good person,
Your eyes are like the fall, almost cold, and more lonely than anyone should be, pale, with winter towering over
I don't mind that you're under-rated
I don't mind that you play with bloody ragdolls and whores
I don't mind that you're addicted to the city life and death
I don't even mind that you live in the underground
i see you follow these dancing skeletons down the sidewalk,
and wonder if they're leading you to your doom you want so much
A good job, a house that doesn't fall?
A tragic death with your very own beautiful ghost song playing in the background
The entire world, and their regretful eyes seeing you fall
mourning while the over dramatic sun rises firely into the sky
Its too much for me, i just want to sleep
I went to the doctor and he told me a story
so i went to the library for some pills
I came home to find you sleeping , and you looked like a small child's shadow
While all around the world was trying its best to self destruct
And it had come to the point that the trees were telling lies
hopeful preists stood at my doorstep and i had everything to give them
but they just stood there and died
I tore off an angel's clothes because I didn't beleive they were sexless, they really are, though
You were right, I do hate to be wrong
still, i dont beleive in god
So I close my eyes
now sing a prayer in my ears, they're thirsty
I think its sweet that you'd kill me just to save me from the rest of these half starved animals
keep me safe in your closet until it becomes a chore
I walk down the road
And I cant help but fall in love with everything I see
"My eyes are naieve"
I want to be god, he said
but I dont believe in god, here in the modern city where death looks so pretty
And I dont sleep
The world was a tiny flower once
and now its a weed, or, the other way around
Backwards and forwards end up alike in the middle
If I die kneeling, everyone will think i was a good person,
Your eyes are like the fall, almost cold, and more lonely than anyone should be, pale, with winter towering over
I don't mind that you're under-rated
I don't mind that you play with bloody ragdolls and whores
I don't mind that you're addicted to the city life and death
I don't even mind that you live in the underground
i see you follow these dancing skeletons down the sidewalk,
and wonder if they're leading you to your doom you want so much
A good job, a house that doesn't fall?
A tragic death with your very own beautiful ghost song playing in the background
The entire world, and their regretful eyes seeing you fall
mourning while the over dramatic sun rises firely into the sky
Its too much for me, i just want to sleep
I went to the doctor and he told me a story
so i went to the library for some pills
I came home to find you sleeping , and you looked like a small child's shadow
While all around the world was trying its best to self destruct
And it had come to the point that the trees were telling lies
hopeful preists stood at my doorstep and i had everything to give them
but they just stood there and died
I tore off an angel's clothes because I didn't beleive they were sexless, they really are, though
You were right, I do hate to be wrong
still, i dont beleive in god
So I close my eyes
now sing a prayer in my ears, they're thirsty
I think its sweet that you'd kill me just to save me from the rest of these half starved animals
keep me safe in your closet until it becomes a chore
I walk down the road
And I cant help but fall in love with everything I see
"You, my love, are allowed to rot and to die and to live again more alive and incandescent than before"
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you just have to deal with a lot of silence in return
nice piece, prt
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