Thursday, September 22, 2011

screaming at the steering wheel

happiness hit her like a train on a track / coming towards her, stuck still, no turning back
she hid around corners and she hid under beds / she killed it with kisses and from it she fled
with every bubble she sank with her drink / and washed it away down the kitchen sink

and I never wanted anything from you / except everything you had
and what was left after that too
happiness hit her like a bullet in the back / struck from a great height by someone who should know better than that

leave all your love and your longing behind 
you can't carry it with you if you want to survive

I bet my steering wheel wishes I sounded a little more like florence.

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