lonely flesh vessels
full of arteries and nerves
in search of other ships
to share the barren coast
we hate to be alone
we've read the tales of woe
we've read too many fairly tales
that's why we're so alone
and that's where the issue gets ugly
lonely flesh vessels
full of tendons and organs
in search of other ships
to anchor down with
we hate to be alone
we're partner bound and prone
to trying on other ocean liners
until we we find a fit, we're just another loan
and that's where the issue gets desperate
lonely flesh vessels
full of blood and guts
in search of other ships
to cull the search we lust
we hate to be alone
what's ours is not our own
just when you think you found it, you found out you were wrong
and that's when the issue sinks to the bottom
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
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