Sunday, February 6, 2011

Worms.

You held out your handful of worms
You said you had a surprise for me
Did you hope to see me squirm?
I thought it was a curious treat.

(Chorus)
Now I'm building my own house
You can't live here with me
I'll run screaming through my house
Erecting tiny shrines to cheese.

I'll pile my anguish in a corner
Tip-toe over bones and teeth
With my twisted soul, I'll be a donor
I'll fall in love, again, with me.

(Chorus)

An army of Longfellows crying
Couldn't change this me into an us
Underneath my bed, your heart lies dying
Entombed in a soft shroud of dust.

(Chorus)

No comments:

Post a Comment