Wednesday, January 27, 2010

its all around. like the fucking plague.


'This was poorly planned

And executed twice as bad

And now we’re swapping stories ‘cross the table
Yeah, it’s rather sad

That mom would cry ’cause dad got mad

So she locked herself in a burnt out house

While wedding bells were ringing out
This was poorly wrote

It’s a shipwreck note for note

Despite it’s many flaws it has you smitten
You’re blinded by a verse or two

Convinced that they’re all about you

But I’m drunk and just sittin’swingin’ on your front porch singing

Keep it to yourself

Make your life a living hell

Die a little every day

Most people die that way
And when it all went wrong

You became a ghost

It’s not as hard as you’d supposed

We’re animals wearing clothes

Well now you know my tricks

I oversimplify a bit

And I break things down until they’re small and friendly
Well that includes your heart

And like a rundown shopping cart

Goes creaking down the aisle

Throwing sparks and faking smiles

Keep it to yourself

Make your life a living hell

Die a little every day

Most people die that way
And when it all went wrong

You became a ghost

It’s not as hard as you’d supposed

We’re animals wearing clothes'




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