You can flick your hair
and hide your tattoos
ashamed of your past,
and smile for dollars
conversations for cents,
Take me aside
I'm crazy inside
and we all sell ourselves,
I just wish I could buy the next day
or two,
and
catch a flick
temporary tattoos
right our pasts,
and sing for quarters,
dance around in circles in tongues
take me inside,
I'm crazy inside,
and you'll never feel ashamed again--
I'm only hurting you now,
I'm only singing for quarters
but I'm sure that I love you.
Friday, July 31, 2009
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