Monday, December 6, 2010

Purple elephant.

Little things
Mess, mess
My mind
I confess
I don't know why
I don't know how
And if I did?
I wouldn't never.
Jailbreakers
Break me
Candlemakers
Make me
Fever-fakers
Fake me
I am an itsy bitsy spider
Crawl up your big oak tree
Tear off all your bark
And let you bleed to death
I am a quiet
A quiet love
And I'm not exactly sure
What I'm capable of
But I know you
I know you.

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