Posted by BuddyChrist at hh-ce1.net.monmouth.edu on May 03, 2002 at 02:49:02:
My mind blurs with quick thoughts of things,
false regrets and claddagh rings,
Lies become memory where the truth is unkind,
Do unto others; look both ways; please rewind.
Why do I care
and what about?
If I had enough time could you figure me out?
But you already did,
that point is moot.
I ain't no little kid, mama, 1-2-3 shoot.
Paper, Rock and Scissors are my Holy Trinity.
I blamed you for everything and it all got pinned on me.
Theoretically you were rubber,
and I guess I was glue.
Least that would explain why I'm still stuck on you.
You can say, "Whatever.",
Exhale and roll your eyes,
but everytime that bell tolls another angel dies.
Used to be 10,000 on the head of this pin
that you stuck into the heart of my voodoo doll twin.
You fucked with me,
It stuck with me and I've got nothing left to say,
besides I was raised to hold my tongue
if It wasn't nice anyway.
Everything felt so right,
So it must have been wrong,
I can make it through tonight
because I'm glad that you're gone.
So piss off.
BC