In a shell of I nut. Innuendo.In a shell of I nut. Innuendo.11 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
There's something about,
slicing my finger open,
that makes me smile.
Because I know, the sympathy will
overtake the pain of the open wound.
And I really shouldn't tell you that,
but I don't care.
I should also tell you,
I loved holding you in my arms.
And watching you sleep.
In. My. Arms.
I shouldn't say that, but it's true.
I found that my best hobby
is lying to the check out lady.
Because I will never see her again.
And she doesn't care what I say.
Because in the next hour and a half,
she is focused on forgetting everything she has learned.
Why not make myself sound normal?
Candles will not stay lit when the wind blows,
which is just poetic way to say
life goes on without you.
It's a sad thing to think about.
And I've been thinking.
When I say I love you,
It's really just an innuendo
I want to fuck your brains out.
and I want you to remember me,
the next time you are getting your brains fucked out.
I hope you forget I said that.
I know this is choppy, and not even
To Do ListTo Do List11 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Don't get caught here
Hold your breath.
Hide the body
There was no death
Feed the dog
Conceal the gun.
Wash your hands
Yes, We had fun.
Put on your makeup
Disperse your fear
Hide his limbs.
He wasn't here.
Remove his pillow
Now go to bed
There was no murder
He isn't dead.