| | Sorrow for a Diadem
Your hair is red, your lips are green,
You know what’s sure to make me scream.
My eyes are tired, my shirt is torn,
I’d love to kill you before you’re born.
You make believe I’m someone else,
A beautiful face on a pretty shelf.
With your kisses sweet and eyes complete,
You match your gown with villainy.
Just wait until the milk turns sour,
You’ll send me packing within the hour.
I’m tired of the weight upon my shoulders.
It’s been too long and we’re getting older.
I’ll kiss you and sing you to sleep,
When I’m gone, love, promise not to weep.
I know you must love me dear,
I’ve stuck around a couple years,
If you didn’t I’d be dead…
But I am dead and you are dead,
And we like spinning in fast paced circles
Round your other lover’s grave.
My shirt mended, perfectly clean,
Buttoned so tight that I can’t dream.
My hips, too high, my knees too low,
To match your rhythm flow for flow.
If you will be my (she was your) one and only,
Then we both won’t be so lonely.
Just waiting for our hair to dry,
And trying, hardly, not to cry.
Just wishing we had half the time,
To sit around and watch the flowers die.
Sadly there’s nothing else to do,
But cut my tongue in two.
And I would love you but I love myself.
I would kill to be someone else.
I know you must love me
dear,
I’ve stuck around for a couple years,
If you didn’t I’d be dead…
But I am dead and you are dead,
And we like spinning in fast paced circles
Round your other lover’s grave.
(But she's dead, won't you just leave her alone?)
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| | Posted 1/16/2005 10:41 PM - 12 comments
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