Ring 'round the rosies, pocket full of poises, ashes, ashes, I think, I think I was struck down and forgot my place among the mortal men. Why'd you allow me to believe I could rise above the occasion flittering about the Slyph Cities?
Blinded by the lighted Tower of Babel, my eyes refuse to understand your parting lips. [Maybe a penny for your thoughts was too much to ask for.] You fried my nervous system sparking neurons in the wrong directions giving off this euphoric belief. DAMN IT! I could of flown through your veins like oxygen. My wings cutting down calories (can't let you get fat off my sweetness), but instead I was released; falling to the floor bloated, dizzy from the coastering ride.
Was I so high that I had to land so low? Watching the birds shifting though the clouds I realized that your God Complex just couldn't take me under it's wing. You're a solo ride, unfit to make the lovey-dovey journey.
Lovers Never Tell · Wed Oct 22, 2008 @ 08:56am · 0 Comments |