its a random icy night like this
when the absurd little frosts of september
cherry my nose to salty drips
and im fetal in my front lawn
smiling and laughing to a friend
smoking those smokes of rings and wrath
and northeastern chills
incite the dream of you as my sweater
my warmth
and i dont need the summertime
no suns or harvest moons to melt my freeze
chlorinated swimming pools a ridiculous notion
with my winter coat and faded tan
im cuddled within my own air and company
so ignore my chattering teeth
my blued pursed lips
im nestled within my layers and masks
from this cold...
protected with those warm little thoughts of you
------------------
life is pain, buttercup...anyone who tells you otherwise is selling something.
[This message has been edited by drea (edited 28 September 2001).]
when the absurd little frosts of september
cherry my nose to salty drips
and im fetal in my front lawn
smiling and laughing to a friend
smoking those smokes of rings and wrath
and northeastern chills
incite the dream of you as my sweater
my warmth
and i dont need the summertime
no suns or harvest moons to melt my freeze
chlorinated swimming pools a ridiculous notion
with my winter coat and faded tan
im cuddled within my own air and company
so ignore my chattering teeth
my blued pursed lips
im nestled within my layers and masks
from this cold...
protected with those warm little thoughts of you
------------------
life is pain, buttercup...anyone who tells you otherwise is selling something.
[This message has been edited by drea (edited 28 September 2001).]
