Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Scream. Scream. Soup. Scream.

Come outside so I can see you breathe.
This winter is beating me down
And my clothes restrict my skin
I need a way out of my mind.

We won't stay young for much longer so let's get out of the country.
We can buy a submarine if you like.
We can grow up or pretend we're grown ups.
We can write things down for the next few days
Compile lists and indexes of where we can change.

We can stay here and lose all our friends.
I really could do without most of them.
We can sleep in this room full of things if you whisper.

Stay frail and ambiguous in everything you say.
Scream and breathe in everything you say.
I can see your breath.

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