Sunday, February 20, 2011

trust me

everything you think, i know
i draw the Death card every single day
(i just un-bury the rest of me)

everything you dream, i did
the Hanged Man's a pinata anyway
(the blood runs from the rest of me)

everything you feel, i feel
some brand new Lovers have nothing to say
(someone's still getting the best of me)

Sunday, February 6, 2011

this will be our year. took a long time to come.

year of cat/rabbit is here and means a time to catch my breath and exhale it. and while i will never learn to bite my tongue, my teeth won't leave my bottom lip.
(it's important)
max fell asleep with his cheek on my neck, nestled up, like the scar is where he came from.
if i lose any more teeth i'll be goddam pirate.

i can't relax til you like me back.