its raining in ohio
...seems to suit me quite nicely
i can sit on my damp front porch,
smoking my 15th cigarette of the morning
staring at the portable phone resting by my pajama clad legs.
ive my lopsided red hairdo, just for you.
thirteen billion stray red strands
refusing to leave the direct vicinity of my eyes
no barrette in the world could contain it
everything is amplified by the wetness
much greener, much stronger
i fiddle with my chipped fingernail
pretending like i havent noticed that phone isnt ringing
oh well.....
i suppose it doesnt really matter anyway..
i cant honestly say i want to hear your voice
im not sure that you could accept the wet morning me
when my makeup rests under my eyes, not upon them
the creases of my feather pillow tattoo my cheeks
some random battered tee shirt...those pants i would never admit to owning
bright yellow socks and a pair of sandals
all together with the lopsided hair
smoking her now 16th cigarette of the day
do you think you could take it?
if my world didnt revolve in a perpetual state of perfection?
if im on occaision blemished, broken, and dirty.....
if from time to time i appear disheveled
and you see me on my front porch,
smoking my 17th cigarette of the morning
my cheeks creased, my hair tumbling from above, and my attire to be laughed at..
and my eyes aglaze....staring at the phone next to my legs....
i just woke up from a a dream about you.
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::heaven holds a sense of wonder/and i wanted to believe/that id get caught up when the rage in me subsides::
...seems to suit me quite nicely
i can sit on my damp front porch,
smoking my 15th cigarette of the morning
staring at the portable phone resting by my pajama clad legs.
ive my lopsided red hairdo, just for you.
thirteen billion stray red strands
refusing to leave the direct vicinity of my eyes
no barrette in the world could contain it
everything is amplified by the wetness
much greener, much stronger
i fiddle with my chipped fingernail
pretending like i havent noticed that phone isnt ringing
oh well.....
i suppose it doesnt really matter anyway..
i cant honestly say i want to hear your voice
im not sure that you could accept the wet morning me
when my makeup rests under my eyes, not upon them
the creases of my feather pillow tattoo my cheeks
some random battered tee shirt...those pants i would never admit to owning
bright yellow socks and a pair of sandals
all together with the lopsided hair
smoking her now 16th cigarette of the day
do you think you could take it?
if my world didnt revolve in a perpetual state of perfection?
if im on occaision blemished, broken, and dirty.....
if from time to time i appear disheveled
and you see me on my front porch,
smoking my 17th cigarette of the morning
my cheeks creased, my hair tumbling from above, and my attire to be laughed at..
and my eyes aglaze....staring at the phone next to my legs....
i just woke up from a a dream about you.
------------------
::heaven holds a sense of wonder/and i wanted to believe/that id get caught up when the rage in me subsides::
