Friday, September 17, 2010
Dial Tones. Busy Signals. And Breakups.
Tell it to me now before i lose my nerve.Tell me you won't come backcome back for a timecome back for a momentcome back for me. Tell me it’s over.you’re screwing someone newSomeone betterSomeone brightersomeone with a tighter ass and higher heelssomeone with Her head held high laughing at me below. Tell it to me nowbefore my phone card runs outtell me i’m nothingyou’re everythingand she’s perfect. Tell it to me now.tell me i’ll be alone forevertell me you don’t want metell me my feet are dirtier than my mindtell me my nightgown is too oldand my heart too far gonetell me you’re bettertell me i’m worse off than you had thoughttell me to keep living in my head because the world won’t have me. Tell it to me nowto stay out westto never wander southtell me to go to my room without dessert. Tell me i wasn’t goodgood in the sacgood in the afternoongood with the sun in my hair. Tell me it’s overtell me over and over againand get angry when I just don’t get it. Tell me everyone can see the pain in my chesttell me i make small children crytell me i’m not fooling anyoneleast of all you. Tell me i’ll always be like thisalways alonealways lonelyalways a bit crazyalways brokenalways battered always taintedalways damaged goodsalways awkwardalways unwelcomealways a bit off centeralways banishedalways famishedalways. Tell it to me nowsay it quick before the moment ends. Tell me I smellsmell like sweatsmell like tearssmell like rotting childhoodand sour daydreams. Tell it to me nowdeliver my truthmy sentencetell it to me nowbefore i cry again. Tell me i’m incapableunableinescapableunavailableinconceivableunlovableimmobile. Tell it to me nowbreak my silencemy heartmy last nerve. Tell it to me nowtell me nowtell me.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment