clouds in my coffee

Thursday, November 09, 2006

You've got a lure I can't deny

An argument sung, back and forth between a couple.
Electronic beats and sounds in the background.
Intertwining voices.

Don't you feed me lines about some idealistic future
Your heart won't heal right if you keep tearing out the sutures

I still find nothing better.
A matter of time?
Eventuality.












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