Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Where your interests lie 02 - There are bigger things

There are bigger things than you and i, my dark dear
Your blood has too much gasoline than is safe with all the sparks here
As i pour sand upon unlit napalm
It's near impossible to down you calm

You are smogging up the lungs that float above my city
Whenever you exhale the air it reeks of easy sex and self pity
But be careful of which jewels you flaunt
Because we always get just what we want

Your hands are always being found in other people's pockets
My heart-shaped box's lock wields marks concurrent with your lock pick
There's a warrant out for your arrest
Because you're dangerous when you're depressed

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