iLoveYouWithaKnife
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Mar 30, 2002
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As i sat at the end of the bar,
filling in the bubble letters
on the front page
of The New York post,
A conversation sparked
brightly in my mind
that was spoken yesterday
with my ex-landlady.
As I slammed down the phone
I slammed down the rest
of the liquid that layed
lifeless on the bottom
of the miller lite bottle.
I tried to fight back the tears
as I watched the second hand
click slowly around the clock.
5.54.37.... 38.... 39....
As I heard the words of wisdom
about to be disburst from my
boss's mouth, I tried even harder
not to burst into tears.
it's not the fact that she doesn't want to give you the deposit back- it's the fact that she has to make repairs - even though you didn't do them... she doesn't care about that.
I stood hidden behind the
megatouch machine.
Hiding my face,
but you could hear the saddness
as I choked out the words
no jer- it's the fact that everything negative- which is everything that has happened to me in the last year and a half can somehow be traced to that piece of shit.
I turned around to head for the door
and caught a tear
so my customers wouldn't see.
fuck, i really needed that money to go to vegas.
I got in my car and drove
to meet my mother
to pick up our airline tickets.
What's wrong?
Nothing.
I know when somethings wrong.
I don't want to talk about it. Can I have one of your pills??
As we were driving home she asked me
to go out for a beer.
I already had kicked more than
a six at work, and I know how
she doesn't like me driving
especially if I eat one of those
little white pills.
But what the fuck.
Why not.
Eight beers later we were ready to go.
I stopped to use her phone
so I could call the boy who would
break my heart in 50 days.
I'll meet you at your house in forty minutes.
I ate another one of my mom's faders
and sat at this computer
and typed out my aimless thoughts.
And when I noticed the time,
I shut it down and decided to make
a beer and smoke run.
My mother's drunken slurred words
stayed vivid in my mind
on that lonely drive to the valley.
I see the jeep in the driveway.
i'm always late for everything.
I made him some dinner
and we smoked a bowl.
My night had started to fade out.
And there's only certain
things I can recall.
Key statements I'd remember
and would chime out in my head
As I scribbled in the last letters
of the newspaper heading.
you're so sexy- you're too nice to me- why is it again you have to sleep
more than half naked??? I need to wake up at 5.30.... 5.30!
I glanced at the clock
and knew it wouldn't be fair
to climb my half naked body
on top of him any longer.
I'm not going to call you anymore,
he said to me....
what's the point anyway?
He's absolutely correct.
I don't want to dial his digits.
Falling to hard- too soon.
Not enough time.
filling in the bubble letters
on the front page
of The New York post,
A conversation sparked
brightly in my mind
that was spoken yesterday
with my ex-landlady.
As I slammed down the phone
I slammed down the rest
of the liquid that layed
lifeless on the bottom
of the miller lite bottle.
I tried to fight back the tears
as I watched the second hand
click slowly around the clock.
5.54.37.... 38.... 39....
As I heard the words of wisdom
about to be disburst from my
boss's mouth, I tried even harder
not to burst into tears.
it's not the fact that she doesn't want to give you the deposit back- it's the fact that she has to make repairs - even though you didn't do them... she doesn't care about that.
I stood hidden behind the
megatouch machine.
Hiding my face,
but you could hear the saddness
as I choked out the words
no jer- it's the fact that everything negative- which is everything that has happened to me in the last year and a half can somehow be traced to that piece of shit.
I turned around to head for the door
and caught a tear
so my customers wouldn't see.
fuck, i really needed that money to go to vegas.
I got in my car and drove
to meet my mother
to pick up our airline tickets.
What's wrong?
Nothing.
I know when somethings wrong.
I don't want to talk about it. Can I have one of your pills??
As we were driving home she asked me
to go out for a beer.
I already had kicked more than
a six at work, and I know how
she doesn't like me driving
especially if I eat one of those
little white pills.
But what the fuck.
Why not.
Eight beers later we were ready to go.
I stopped to use her phone
so I could call the boy who would
break my heart in 50 days.
I'll meet you at your house in forty minutes.
I ate another one of my mom's faders
and sat at this computer
and typed out my aimless thoughts.
And when I noticed the time,
I shut it down and decided to make
a beer and smoke run.
My mother's drunken slurred words
stayed vivid in my mind
on that lonely drive to the valley.
I see the jeep in the driveway.
i'm always late for everything.
I made him some dinner
and we smoked a bowl.
My night had started to fade out.
And there's only certain
things I can recall.
Key statements I'd remember
and would chime out in my head
As I scribbled in the last letters
of the newspaper heading.
you're so sexy- you're too nice to me- why is it again you have to sleep
more than half naked??? I need to wake up at 5.30.... 5.30!
I glanced at the clock
and knew it wouldn't be fair
to climb my half naked body
on top of him any longer.
I'm not going to call you anymore,
he said to me....
what's the point anyway?
He's absolutely correct.
I don't want to dial his digits.
Falling to hard- too soon.
Not enough time.
* Hugs*