Friday, February 6, 2009

y[our] song.

i'm coming apart at the seams,
pitching myself for leads in other people's dreams now,
buzz, buzz, buzz doc there's a hole where something was.
there's a hole where something was. 
fell out of bed, butterfly bandage but don't worry.
you'll never remember your head is far too blurry.
put him in the back of a squad car restrain that man,
he needs his head put through a catscan.
hey editor, i'm undeniable.
hey doctor i'm certifiable.
i'm a loose bolt of a complete machine.
what a match, i'm half doomed and you're semi-sweet.
so boycott love, detox just to retox.
and i'd promise you anything for another shot at life.
imperfect boys with their perfect lives.
nobody wants to hear you sing about tragedy.

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