Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Lieutenant

I could paint one thousand bodies
Drench their milky skin with greens and blues
I could keep your curves forever
While they pull apart just us two
I could ask you always
But you never swore you'd keep it true
I could build up bricks for hours
To make myself a bit more like you

You asked it, so I spoke it
With every set of lips that could've wrote it
And every question's only broken
As I feel every vowel decomposing

You could look at me backwards
And you'd remain as cunning as before
You could repeat anything you've done
Each time I'd like it even more
My lips are scared to disconnect
But you like to hold me at unsure
And I'm tired of this waiting room
Though I kiss the corners of every door

You asked it, so I spoke it
With every set of lips that could've wrote it
And every question's only broken
As I feel every vowel decomposing

You leave ghosts inside my throat
And they're tired of trying to come out
The bones inside of every joint
Are waiting to come out
Don't let me search forever,
Keep your keys at arms reach
My crystal ball just ain't no good
The same way I never could be.

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