Sunday, May 27, 2007

becoming

You keep milking me
And all you're gettin' is blood
It's vicious; it's fevered
It's all that I am.

But honey, this ain't real
Without bricks and mortar,
So lay me down and stick it to me
'Cause I believe in more than this

It's easier to love you
When you don't exist.

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