You're like the missile kind
Little kingdoms in your chest
I told you we make it, it's all for another
(But on all that mess)
I told you we make it, its all for a more than now
This is how they wear their all
But we'd look better if we wed
I told you we'd make it, I'm all for another
(I bet bleeding comes down lightly)
I told you we'd make it, I'm up for another
(I bet mouths suggest)
Help piss love before you leave
Demonstrations lack caress
I wanted to stay there, I couldn't
(I fought it, naked boys dream so silent)
I know that it makes sense, but I got know way in here
(children sleep with dicks)
The Yukon keeps me up all night
Complications seize your best
I told you I want it, I know that from you
(I bet bleeding comes down lightly)
I waited, I waited, it's late night and she's waiting at home
(I bet mouths suggest)
We got love and hate it's the only way
I think it's almost crime
I think it's almost time
(It's better to create than destroy what's unnecessary)
Monday, September 15, 2008
Almost Crimes -
Labels: Broken Social Scene, David Foster Wallace
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