sábado, fevereiro 09, 2008

Best Friend

and as the chirrups of cocks insult my in’s
a rambling hand takes over
and i come to play murder in the scene of the crime
but the gilt and the victim weight heavy on my mind

perhaps a simple diversion
a lip and i’m gone
dingy it heaver happened
is the truck she’s on

and i can’t see my clothes
anyway, they’re probably lien in the stairs
and down thru the hallway

as i turned to confront her
to tell her the truth
those eyes, that mouth
those shoulders, those shoulders

i’m in bed with your best friend
i’m in bed with your best friend
i’m in…