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anything any any any any any anything
say something say something
it bounces bounces bounces
Catch it! it's flying
it'll haunt haunt haunt you
let it let it go
it'll haunt haunt haunt you
forever
come here, my dear
I'm waiting, you'll never see me go;
so come come come come come come come
I'll dance you a fairytale
I'll spin you an argument
I'll smile so viciously
thank me why don't you
I once met a girl with red, red hair
seemed like she held roses
in her pernicious hands
(Medusa reincarnated)
I got her to run away with me
run away, run away
run away with me
then we couldn't run anymore
then that was it, that was it
I wonder what she's doing now
later I wandered down a solitary beach,
one where my mother would
gather
seashells along the seashore.
I wrote a letter home to her
but tore it up along the way
I miss you, I miss you, I miss miss
miss you.
(yeah, yeah, yeah, I do)
there's these portraits hanging
up in my room
that dance when I'm asleep
an old, old waltz
getting all risqué
with the tango
(the tango of our lives)
clutter. that's how I miss you
I miss you CLUTTER
I miss your CLUTTER
I miss the rhythm of oil and vinegar
I miss the clanging forks
I miss the worn out sofa
I longed to kiss you on.
I miss the mid-steps of manoeuvring
everybody has a secret right
what if I told you my secret was
I HATE YOU
I hate you and the way you hate me
I hate the way leather feels
I hate snakeskin
I hate to be teen-angsty in the mellow autumn
dewy September evenings
I hate the sound of
NOISE: perfunctory noise
sweet like melody and chocolate cake
I HATE YOU
for only nothing and everything
[the two are "mutually exclusive"
if you say so]
everybody has a secret right
what if I told you my secret was
I LOVE YOU
I love you and the way you don't love me HURTS
I love the way satin feels
I love silk
I love to be teen-angsty in the mellow autumn
dewy September evenings
I love the sound of
MELODY: perfunctory melody
sweet like noise and vanilla ice cream
I LOVE YOU
for only nothing and everything
[the two are the finest together
that matched, that matched, that matched]
a kiss between us would be an abrasion
our embraces would be stony thorns
our eyes, seeing each other, would become glaciers
of steel…
that's how we love (in remembrance)
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