majority rules
passes me by and im too tired
to even wink once.
maybe once
we had a chance
maybe when i
weighed 100 pounds lighter
when my hair was 3 inches longer
when i
wasnt this hunk of
one sided lovin
or maybe im just hopeless case
the equivilant to that band
everybody likes, but wont buy the cd
or maybe im not even a chart topper.
garage band style
i sit in a whole other world
when im with me
wish i could be my own lover
sometimes i know
I'm my only chance.
plee
begging you with my
half unspoken words
verbs
repeating patterns
telling you what.
then when
and in what way.
but metaphoricly speaking
im a caterpillar
or maybe just a bug.
do i bug you?
i dont mean to.
cant write fuck with out feeling rediculous
and if you read this.
i'll feel bad for posting it.
im the second pair of brackets
the show on after the superbowl
the pretest
the preistess
the faithless or hopeless
the snapped shoelace
and
more importantly
im just what you think you dont need.
10:20 pm - 05.03.03
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