Saturday, September 4, 2010

his song for my a.m.

always thought i was a novelty little creature,
nobody warns you that the death of hope won't feature
any sort of big event
to mark its significance

after we finish ourselves off, we ain't leaving
it's good to go down with an old friend believing
you better bet, we're gonna tie one on tonight
you never left even though you'd said that you might
i come back here to remember what it was like



only dostoevsky would dream up a pair like us

thick skinned, hard headed, better off
you're closing every valve to your bleeding heart
does it hurt too much?
are you just fed up?
or is it something else entirely?

when i ask you why
you reply the death of hope hit you hard too

only dostoevsky could kill of a pair like us

you better bet we're gonna drown every doubt
the half of us that's got the other half figured out
no good deed goes unpunished around here

you better bet we're gonna tie on on tonight
you never left even though you'd said that you might

i came back here to remember what we were like

ha ha tonka

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