Her
Not the scratches on her knees
Not the bruises on her thighs
It was the way she crossed her t’s
It was the way she dotted her i’s
Not the scratches on her knees
Not the bruises on her thighs
It was the way she crossed her t’s
It was the way she dotted her i’s
Love is
Love is
Love is
Love!
One million birds
And not one dove,
Came to earth
From up above.
Is love
Is love
Is love
Not lovely?
Two billion faces
And not one ugly,
Wishing the same thing:
“Please don’t judge me.”
Yellow elephants
With pink polka-dotted hair
Suspended in air
Take off
Your pearl necklace
And
Kiss me, goddammit!
Stick your
golden coated
Tongue
All the way
Down my throat,
And
Fill my stomach
With
Diamonds.
What was I thinking
I should have ripped out your heart
When I had the chance
We the people
Aren’t really people
At all
But this golden girl
Could sell a book
Teaching people to fall
She the person
Is barely a person
At all
But that golden girl
Bleeds blood
Just like us all
Some people will always be mean
So be nice to them
One day you will die
But don’t forget how to live
In a perfect world
I’d make you mine
In a perfect world
The sun would always shine
In a perfect world
I wouldn’t waste my time
To write you a single line
To make you feel this rhyme
and I know your kind
attracted to the crime
In a perfect world
I wouldn’t make you mine
In a perfect world I wouldn’t have to resist
Because in a perfect world you wouldn’t exist
What if I told you
That we’re not the good guys
If it wasn’t for you
I would hate to see the sunrise
If it wasn’t for you
I would still be in disguise
If it wasn’t for you
I would be eating up those lies
What if I told you
That we’re not the bad guys
I followed your trail
Of gumdrops you dropped
They led me to a black hole
In your head
I saw you inside out
Then outside in
Again
I saw who you were
And then who you are
You haven’t come far
You haven’t come far
Mother, won’t you sin?
Please don’t get into heaven.
You’ll be all alone.
She said:
“This too shall fade
So I’ll live in a cage
With a million photographs
Barricading me in.
I’m only getting older
It’s getting harder to move these boulders
So I’ll live my life
Behind these metal bars”
I said: “Well that won’t get you far.”
“No. But that won’t get me hurt.”
“True.
But what good is joy without pain?
What good is grass without dirt?”
I’m telling the truth;
The walls were speaking to me.
The walls were breathing.
I slipped a chill pill
In your cup of salty tears
Let’s see how this goes