The_Fool
smiling for the camera
- Joined
- Jan 14, 2003
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Stiletto heels
pressed against my heart.
Tasting old lipstick and soured wine.
Leave me nothing but silence
and a rumpled bed.
Oh shit,
another shirt stolen.
Find my special friends
from the clothes
hanging in their closet.
Or in a rag bin
waiting to wipe off grease
from fast cars
rode hard.
I really don't mind them leaving
me to face the night alone.
Well, not that much.
But I hate
when they don't lock the door.
on the way out.
pressed against my heart.
Tasting old lipstick and soured wine.
Leave me nothing but silence
and a rumpled bed.
Oh shit,
another shirt stolen.
Find my special friends
from the clothes
hanging in their closet.
Or in a rag bin
waiting to wipe off grease
from fast cars
rode hard.
I really don't mind them leaving
me to face the night alone.
Well, not that much.
But I hate
when they don't lock the door.
on the way out.

