(wait until the finger-picking is over)
Given six minutes to pack up my entire life
Stupidly, I went right for the kitchen
I just packed up food and soap and liquor
I even forgot your picture, my wallet
My shoes, a change of clothes
A blanket, believe me
I panicked, pissed in the plant
brushed my hair 28 strokes
and tripped out the door
I've already forgiven myself and lost the key in the grass
[Buy] (thanks John B. C)
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Allegedly, illegibly, ineligible to join for dinner
hand claps on the door, I lost the damn key
The rain ruined your note
I can't read what you wrote
There is an enormous child out here
Giving me the beating of his life
It takes as much effort to let me in
as it does to keep me out
I ate garbage
I'm not blaming you
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Posted by Dan at May 6, 2008 12:00 AMjesus. did you write those lines? that's awesome. can i steal it and put it to music?
Posted by marc at May 6, 2008 6:49 PMi was about to say the same thing. beautiful.
Posted by adrien at May 7, 2008 10:21 PM