Monday, November 2, 2009

Archaeology

Paint with me, please
Our fingers like a brush
Lay with me, please
Did she teach you how to touch?

Cause if backprints
Were just misprints
How can you leave it alone?
And if you branched out
Just to cash out
You've already collected all of my bones

Wire yourself, please
So I don't have to listen anymore
And push yourself, please
Since I can't move you anymore

Cause if backprints
Were just misprints
Why did you never spell me right?
And if untidy lips
Were your final grip
I'm not going to be the first to bite

Ravel me, please
Because I've seemed to come undone
And fray me, please
Because the fall was half the fun

and if backprints
Were just misprints
Can you erase such an easy mistake?
And when you built me
Did you plan me?
You know I'm always the one to break

Talk with me, please
Tell your story of white and gold
Lie to me, please
You never seem to get old