Monday, January 22, 2007

a wish

"i wish to feel smaller under your sheets
i wish for the whole truth everytime you speak
and im thinking bout how you care half as much for me
while i watch you arise
smoke cigarettes..
sleep.

and i guess it doesnt matter what i say or what i see
you stuck what i felt for you in the pocket of your jeans
ignoring me the morning after isnt enough
and i swear im gonna cry im sick of trying to be tough

and my blood wont stick the confines of my veins
and your heart is gona tear mine away.

i wish to feel smaller under your hands
though you seem satisfied as you slip mine down your pants
and im thinking bout how you care half as much for me
while you lift up my shirt after asking politely

and i guess it doesnt matter what i am or pretend to be
coz its her you'll always love and its her i'll always envy
better end this now so dreams of you dont keep me up
and i swear i'm gona cry im sick of trying to be tough

and my blood wont stick to the confines of my viens
and your heart is gona tear mine away.

and its hard to find, what i want, when its , buried beneath the biggest rock.
i could...
pay lots of money to help lift it with machines
but im not sure youd co-operate
not sure youd come clean...

i wish to feel smaller under your sheets
i wish for the whole truth everytime you speak
and im thinking bout how you care half as much for me
while i watch you arise
smoke cigarettes..
sleep.

and i guess it doesnt matter what i say or what i see
you stuck what i felt for you in the pocket of your jeans
ignoring me the morning after isnt enough
and i swear im gonna cry im sick of trying to be tough"



good old gregory and the hawk. i love her.