by Justin Luther

Created on: November 24, 2009

~Just Like Bill Nighy~

You bring me little comfort
I think I'm quitting you
You whisper black and white
I could throw up green and blue

I put myself together
I made you from my skin
When you get too old
I'll just eat you again

I choke and cough and vomit
You didn't care from the start
I stuck my head inside your veins
And I didn't hear a heart
No one just snaps their arms on
Their body like a doll
And tries to live the longest
Using love and alcohol

Contrary to old belief
The Sun does not revolve around you
But It lets me breathe
And warned me not to love you

One day your blood will devour your skin
You will be left dead and motionless
Perhaps you'll be revived
To support new life
You'll still be nothing but a hotel bed

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