i spend most days in this bed that i abuse,
on these pillows that you can't get used to.
i spend entire days putting off that which can't wait
until i'm knee deep in my own waste.
and i think that i'm justified
'cause i've seen what trying's
done for those
who've tried.
i spend most days in this
bed too small for two,
misplacing time like i've got
it to lose.
i spend endless days
thinking of all the different ways
that we make love.
and i think that i'm justified
'cause i've seen what living's
done for those alive.
(little to none... little to none)
i spend entire days in this bed too
small for two,
on these pillows that you can't get used to.
and that's why i don't sleep at night...
and that's why i don't feel right in this city...
it's more me than you.
Saturday, September 19, 2009
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