James "not yet a lady"

17 Dec 2009

·bankrupt

You can fake it for a while, Bite your tongue and smile, Like every mother does with her ugly child. But the stars are leaking out, like spittle from the clouds Amassed resentment counting ounce and pounds. You're entertaining any doubt. Because you had to know that I was in love with you. Though I knew you masked your disdain. I can see that change is just to hard for us, You always had to hold the reins but where I'm headed you just don't know. So affections fade away, Or do adults just learn to play the most repulsive games? On the faith of ruddy sons, and the double-barreled guns, You better hurry mule deers can run, run, run. You know meeting you was fun and there's a lot of hungry howlers in this one cell. We're taking it over, Their brittle, thorny stems, they break before they bend, and neither one of us is one of them. Their tails will never mend, cause you had it in for me so long ago. Boy I still don't know. I don't know why and I don't care. You don't hide me anymore, If you'd only seen yourself hating me, Hating me? When I've been so much more than fair. But then you had to lay those feelings bare One thing I know still got you scared, Your all that cold iron Just got to get me out of your head. Yea I took your lips a few times and to change like this is just so hard to do. Please don't let it whip-crack your life. There's no pill for that I'm afraid. If you bow out from the fight Oh how your sisters will write. Fuck em, the worst part is over now get back on that horse and ride.

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My Fav-NMH What a beautiful face I have found in this place That is circling all round the sun What a beautiful dream That could flash on the screen In a blink of an eye and be gone from me Soft and sweet Let me hold it close and keep it...

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