she tried on a brand new face today
some girl, just some random girl
with a slight jilt to the left in the lift of her eyes
couldnt ever quite see straight,
couldnt ever quite feel just right.
something askew, in the way you bothered her
which, in turn,
bothered her a bit more.
its shouldnt happen, to be lightswitched like so.
a powersaving opportunity to find a touch in the night.
relinquished hearts in the morning, free to weep and pester about.
and its never really quite important.
to her.
i forgot to mention,
she tries to save face alot...
a glaze in the water, and her life stares back
oh, look what youve done this time.
youve just purchased a nice dinner and
released it to the sanctity of a toilet.
stupid girl.
silly, silly, smitten girl.
i bet it made you feel better, as you patted your stomach down.
lighter, you say, ah...nice.
weve all got to feel lighter somehow
when our eyes drape heavy over tired smiles.
because we arent actually smiling anymore,
its all an act.
finding solace in a clear plastic toothbrush,
to scrub and destroy those dirty few moments.
that just made your fucking day.
but shhhhh.....dont talk. shhhh.
we cant talk about it.
i bet you like him a great deal, dont you?
a cliched little pitter patter in your stupid little heart?
yes?
how sad.
you fool.
i bet you well up when he leaves, curled fetal in the branches of your bed.
some estranged fall leaf clinging to the ground for some sense of home.
i know you could fall so easily for him.
if time and space took a quick vacation.
the universe takes a trip to the bahamas,
and youre in love again.
i know, i know, youve got no love now.
but you flippant little twit, itll come.
i know you.
youre a tattered mess of slime and scrapes.
go on, go on, and excuse your dinner.
you selfless, childish, mess.
find your heart in another shell.
youre honest, i know.
and youre capable as well.
but please please please.
stop talking in the first person.
and get out of me.
[ 18 December 2001: Message edited by: sometimes ]
some girl, just some random girl
with a slight jilt to the left in the lift of her eyes
couldnt ever quite see straight,
couldnt ever quite feel just right.
something askew, in the way you bothered her
which, in turn,
bothered her a bit more.
its shouldnt happen, to be lightswitched like so.
a powersaving opportunity to find a touch in the night.
relinquished hearts in the morning, free to weep and pester about.
and its never really quite important.
to her.
i forgot to mention,
she tries to save face alot...
a glaze in the water, and her life stares back
oh, look what youve done this time.
youve just purchased a nice dinner and
released it to the sanctity of a toilet.
stupid girl.
silly, silly, smitten girl.
i bet it made you feel better, as you patted your stomach down.
lighter, you say, ah...nice.
weve all got to feel lighter somehow
when our eyes drape heavy over tired smiles.
because we arent actually smiling anymore,
its all an act.
finding solace in a clear plastic toothbrush,
to scrub and destroy those dirty few moments.
that just made your fucking day.
but shhhhh.....dont talk. shhhh.
we cant talk about it.
i bet you like him a great deal, dont you?
a cliched little pitter patter in your stupid little heart?
yes?
how sad.
you fool.
i bet you well up when he leaves, curled fetal in the branches of your bed.
some estranged fall leaf clinging to the ground for some sense of home.
i know you could fall so easily for him.
if time and space took a quick vacation.
the universe takes a trip to the bahamas,
and youre in love again.
i know, i know, youve got no love now.
but you flippant little twit, itll come.
i know you.
youre a tattered mess of slime and scrapes.
go on, go on, and excuse your dinner.
you selfless, childish, mess.
find your heart in another shell.
youre honest, i know.
and youre capable as well.
but please please please.
stop talking in the first person.
and get out of me.
[ 18 December 2001: Message edited by: sometimes ]
