Monday, February 6, 2012


Maternal Instinct


What they say is true
You look better in pieces
It’s too difficult to grasp
That
I don’t get enough
From a dated board game

If you look far enough up my nose
You may just see my brain
But inside you’re just as blind as I thought
Whatever you do,
You can’t call it love
So full of today
But yesterday is just as important as tomorrow

I live in a big house
But I sleep in a small box
Everything is so empty its full
And if I let it all catch fire
I’m sure there wouldn’t be much to burn
I turn to the left
And the clock keeps ticking
But is anyone keeping time?

Always tripping up
Takes a toll on your feet
You could trace it all back to a poloroid
But no one has the energy to try
Confusion is trite
Do not, see not

You always taught me
To never let the truth get in the way of your story
And always keep the TV on
Just as long as nobodys watching
Unscrew the lightbulb
And the entire world is yours
Everything looks prettier when the lights are out

I always needed to try so hard
But the clock kept ticking
And no one kept time
Sleep before you wake up
But understand
That it’s to hard  to run in your dreams
And even when you try to open your eyes
Theres too much holding them shut

Live you life
If you call it that
Separate, but not together
Conjoined
And you are alone
In a valley of dolls

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