goyoyofosoco
07/22/06, 08:17 PM
Another day, another twenty-four hour sentence,
With no possibility for parole.
Around here, the leniency falls short of standards,
And I feel left-for-dead, sunken, with concreted sandals.
Maybe you should go for the kill;
Bite me on the jugular,
Just to see if I still bleed at all.
After all the trials we've been through,
I'd call you Buffy if I had the chance:
How you drain the life from me, using holy hands,
And, I guess the plan is to leave me feeling dusty,
Like my heart is at stake.
Just once, I'd like two eternities
To sit and read your entire mind, from the inside.
I need you to, well, want this,
With even the smallest part of yourself.
I feel the numbness of intensity,
When you sit with me, like friends would be,
Even though we both know that is not the fucking case.
The cards have different numbers,
But all the spades and clubs in your deck
Couldn't stop your heart of diamonds from shining through.
Maybe you might be in a phase,
Where you lock me out, and go about your way,
But, I feel it in my knees: ONE DAY,
You'll look at him, and walk away... and... back... to... me.
AM I?
WILL I?
CAN I,
Become your chosen one?
With no possibility for parole.
Around here, the leniency falls short of standards,
And I feel left-for-dead, sunken, with concreted sandals.
Maybe you should go for the kill;
Bite me on the jugular,
Just to see if I still bleed at all.
After all the trials we've been through,
I'd call you Buffy if I had the chance:
How you drain the life from me, using holy hands,
And, I guess the plan is to leave me feeling dusty,
Like my heart is at stake.
Just once, I'd like two eternities
To sit and read your entire mind, from the inside.
I need you to, well, want this,
With even the smallest part of yourself.
I feel the numbness of intensity,
When you sit with me, like friends would be,
Even though we both know that is not the fucking case.
The cards have different numbers,
But all the spades and clubs in your deck
Couldn't stop your heart of diamonds from shining through.
Maybe you might be in a phase,
Where you lock me out, and go about your way,
But, I feel it in my knees: ONE DAY,
You'll look at him, and walk away... and... back... to... me.
AM I?
WILL I?
CAN I,
Become your chosen one?