Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Retching Clara

She looked at me with her deep red eyes
I saw that there were only lies
She told me that she loved him more
Inside my chest it felt so sore

I pressed her body unto the bed
Forcing her with the strength I had
I looked above, I prayed to God
My eyes they cried, I felt so odd

I wanted to kiss her all throug the night
Because I knew she was mine
I turned off the bright lights
I waited for a sign

I wanted her to come to me
I only wanted her to see
That all that needed to be
Were our bodies buried under a tree

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soundtrack: Brian Jonestown Massacre - You Look Great When I'm Fucked Up

you're so blind, aren't you? 
how lovely... 

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