Thursday, October 14, 2010

I confused the bar lights for halos.
They made a bitch look like an angel,
She really knew how to
Play all the angles.

She had a laugh that cracked like a fire.

My arm is broken.

I'm 24.

I'm usually waiting.

Always waiting.

Never committing,

Never deciding,

Telling you and myself not to care.

Change? For suckers. Trying? Suckers.

Suckers.

All of them.
One day she'll send me back to god,
And maybe he can tell me what I want.

But for now I'll wait with the devil and the drinks
And let myself get confussed and blame it
All on the lighting.

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