dumbjuliet

Do you have a spare gun? For plastic kisses On damp cheeks. I remember when I cried for things like this, When I cried for things like you. And the moon was staring The night when I stopped caring. This weekend it will not end We fill ourselves with beer and bread An put our clothes up on the bed post So that our hearts will break together And then what he will say, Is what blackened out my Saturday. The long striped socks and candy hearts Between the bullet holes and stained sheets "so what, it always ends!" This is what the sluts are used to.

Do you have a spare gun for sadness? how about one for madness? and 14 cigarettes, 12 rainy days 7 lonely nights, 21 bare feet, 54 times said, 1 space gun for rainy days, in the hot, wet air underneath the trees in someplace stranger in the heart of danger with 14 cigarettes, 8 broken windows 50 more times said, and one space gun grasped in my hand sweat falling faster sighing my name for ever, and after. in a house with a trampoline on the edge of a cliff 14 cigarettes 4 legs 2 jumps do you have a spare gun? one for sadness? or just one for madness.

It's like being in Providence Rhode Island where the days are long and time stands still in tunnles filled with the once desired sitting on the edge of Water Park feel dangling dangerously so like many nights in Providence Rhode Island looking out the window A familiar name and still unknown where do you go when i close my eyes down the lawn the man stands still hope holds a gun as all men do, in providence Rhode Island and 11 birds fly under 11 clouds on the 11th day of the month november but its July and you havn't called so i hold my breath we are dead timmy you must have died too we are all together now hands bound