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I scratched the bite til it bled. just an acorn dropping on the roof, 2 am I’m nothing special I miss you I’ll share our kiss with someone else but don’t worry I was too busy thinking about you |
I need not sleep for when I wake it will be tomorrow; I don't want it to be tomorrow for we barely had today. I need not sleep I need not sleep I need not dream another dream another dream of a never going to happen bite the bullet bite the steering wheel bite back just stop crying it will never happen you will never be great because no one loves you anymore the score is four to zero and with that it is tomorrow with another week in the wings you are weak in the knees, that’s four finger tips sweet gentle finger tips and soft sugary lips bug bites sleeping limbs I catalogue a dying memory I remember the hated ones more but only because it has been so long since I saw that face... towards the hate I spoke nothing but regret I miss you I hope you miss me But I doubt you do. I’m nothing special I promise I’m not. it will never happen because I am easily forgotten amongst the greater things that are left to live and all the “found photos” will my face grace the pavement? in twenty long years? the silhouette of a forgotten... will you let my youth ridden grin fall to manmade monotony? will they tramp and trudge on me? once all thousand words are spoken of what use will I be? once all thousand words are spoken of what use will I be? how sad a destiny... what will could it be to be forgotten? pulse bears beats of tidal waves against a scraped knee I’m four again I’m forgotten. .......... I am the most forgotten but I do not mourn I am the least remembered and I praise my new conviction |