Monday, Sept. 15, 2003
imagining killing you
raging imperfections &fingers down permanently slit throats
cigarettes smoked to filters by broken finger nails
speeding down quiet country roadswith the stereo on so high she can barely breathe
the pretty lyrics having more impact on her broken heart than the pedestrian walking across the road
and where the hell were you when i needed the love of a friend who would pull me close and whisper into my ear that things would be just fine?
thissidedown at 5:18 pm