hypocrites burn in bundles.
i hate to admit the fact that i am making use of you, but i am.
the entire notion disgusts me, but life goes the way it goes (down and under).
feelings are pretty much liberal; which is to say that they go in all sorts of directions, even when they are supposedly appointed a certain route to a certain destination.
which is pretty much dismal, really,
when all you want is a pretty, and simple neat deck of cards to deal with, but all that is left on your collar is a nasty brown, and somewhat dank stain.
and when you notice that it vaguely resembles a strawberry,
you picture a tangibly sweet or rather, pleasant sensation.
you can tell yourself these words over and over, but a lie will never become anything else.
the entire notion disgusts me, but life goes the way it goes (down and under).
feelings are pretty much liberal; which is to say that they go in all sorts of directions, even when they are supposedly appointed a certain route to a certain destination.
which is pretty much dismal, really,
when all you want is a pretty, and simple neat deck of cards to deal with, but all that is left on your collar is a nasty brown, and somewhat dank stain.
and when you notice that it vaguely resembles a strawberry,
you picture a tangibly sweet or rather, pleasant sensation.
you can tell yourself these words over and over, but a lie will never become anything else.
