You can't kill
what's already dead rotten
bruises on tanned
skin on the verge
of a kiss-off zone
wish you could do without
me and my sore sympathy
flattering strings
bind us forever
just a lousy chatter
good for nothing
and You'd better
be gone
better be gone.
You smell like a break
with the past
refrained chain-smoke
cheap cigarettes
a well-fed sordid lie
and I can't regret anything
not happened
yet a lewd
smash on her deity
sip my hot sour drool
good for nothing
and I'd better
be gone
better be gone. |