I don't come here much anymore
There used to be a reason
Now it's blood spilled on the floor
I cleaned it up quick
Ran away
Thought it'd do the trick
Then you wanted me to deal with your tears
I soaked them up with a dirty t-shirt
Let you know I'll forever be near
I threw it in the wash quick
Ran away
After falling into the trick
When I slapped you
I received a slap back
But it wasn't the familiar hand that licked my head
It was an old friend
Like the dust that's collected underneath your bed
It was a woman
And she was roaring
Friday, September 4, 2009
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