The A-Side
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i wrote this while you were in the other room pretending to love me. and yes, this is before i found out. you are not my dream we're living in a world of gold gleam completely ficticious not to mention too damn delicious but my dream would never feed me sugar coated gimmicks no my dream would never be a man of wayward persistance yet you taste so good and you hurt so bad. i have had big bright closed eyes for you the kind only known from sleep the kind that put you in too deep and on knees praying for alarm clocks but nothing but hours seconds and tick tocks your hands have been around me drawing me closer nothing but hours seconds and tick tocks i can't even stop to count because it would make me hate myself in hindsight. posted by effuimpretty on 12:14 PM |
