case of the punks







Tuesday, November 24

Dried Up Seeds












All the lines on your face

Speak more words than you do

I know you’ve been crying, baby.

I’ve been crying, too.

Here we are in the rat race.

Here we are like dried up seeds.

I’ll take your body-

I’ll take it with me.

And when you crawl to me

I can’t help but look away.

I saw you standing in the shadows.

I saw everything –

That place you were going

When you had a name.

Oh, breathe in the fumes now, baby.

Let it take you, too.

There’s only one of us to live

And it won’t be you.


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