February 2012
9 posts
Workhorse
I spend five weekdays trapped inside a suit.
A computer sits on my desk, along with a phone.
Rather than talk, I listen to the dial tone.
People are angry at me.
Because I have to make them pay their bills, so I can pay mine.
Sometimes I feel like I’m just wasting my time.
So I’ll roll up my sleeves and I’ll bite my lip.
I’ll get this shit done and go home.
I can’t...
I Can't Be In This Head Tonight
We picked up the pieces to our afternoon
She said “its getting too cold out, could we head in soon?”
That’s fine; you’re just in time
We laid in bed and we thought too much
It felt so wrong thinking of such things
Like you and me being happy
We turned our backs to each other
As we thought of another
You’re not the only one who keeps me up and awake
I’m lying too close now
Our bodies show...
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