www.whyville.net Oct 10, 2007 Weekly Issue



HAPHBAKED
Whyville Poet

I Know

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PANDEMIC
You got too many secrets and an ash gray tongue
Lungs filled with cancer and a list too long
Of all the things you should've done

Sat in your chair with a numbing buzz
Nothing in your stomach so it curls like her hair
When she does it just the way you like
Remembering all the times you could've died
Death is always coming down the hall

And I know too many tears will fill your boat
And I know wounds will splinter your wooden heart

Guitaring like you meant it on the concrete steps
The wind blew on your lips 'til you could taste this mess
Winking at the corners of your foolishness
That smile keeps secrets that would burst their heads

If heaven's got insane asylums, call it home
I was told that hell's got red and black decor,
It'll be the last place you will ever go
And you can take the torture 'til you can no more

And I know too many tears will fill your boat
And I know wounds will splinter your wooden heart

Liars born and liars bred are never quite the same
My pockets are too tattered to hold any change
And when they try it's by season, a temporary range
You could never see this any other way

Knocking all the pins down in the final frame
Wish that this was more than just an empty game
'Cause life worth living is impossible to play
When your mandatory partner's missing- MIA

And I know too many tears will fill your boat
And I know wounds will splinter your wooden heart
And I know you all too well
I know me all too well

 

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