Thursday, August 20, 2009

Accidental babies


"I held you like a lover,
Happy hands, elbow in the appropriate place
And we ignored our own happy plans
For the delicate look upon your face
Our bodies moved and hardened
Hurting parts of your garden
Leaving no room for a pardon
In a place where no-one knows what we have done.

Do you come, together ever with him?
Is he dark enough to see your light?
Do you brush your teeth before you kiss?
Do you miss my smell?
Is he bold enough to take you on?
Do you feel like you belong?
Does he drive you wild? Or just mildly free?
What about me?

You held me like a lover
Sweaty hands, foot in the appropriate place
We used cushions to cover happy glands
And the mild issue of our disgrace
Our minds pressed and guarded
While our flesh disregarded the lack of space for the lighthearted
In the boom that beats our drum.

I know I make you cry
I know sometimes you want to die
But do you really feel alive without me?
If so be free.
If not, leave him for me,
Before one of us has accidental babies...
For we are in love."

This song is probably the only song that makes me cry...
Have you ever heard a song where you can hear what the singer's face looks like when they're singing it?
That's it for me.

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