Tuesday, June 28, 2005

millions of fish in the sea...

why is it that every time I turn around, I see
someone else who wants a piece of me?
Why must it be that each time I venture out,
I find someone else who wins the bout?
Either fuck me or fight me, either smile or nod,
either promise me life or leave me, by God.

If you lie to me girl, I won't lie with you,
If you spill on my fire, I'll never be true,
and you'll realize ten days after I've lost all faith
that you weren't the one who was given the grace
to decide our lonely losers' fate

But I do like the way you wore those fancy panties
just in case
you decided I was worthy to take them off of you and
do all the bad deeds that I was intending to do
from the moment we met.

because that is as long as it took.

Call me when you're ready, call me when you're tired.
Call me when there is simply nothing left
of what we once had. And let it ring, and ring,
and ring.

And when someone picks up, know it isn't me,
it's just a drunken shadow of a man who you once loved
and when my voice comes through your line to shake your window
make certain you know it doesn't come from the heart,
but from the whiskey.

And the Lord and many ladies know I love to fuck,
but I don't love fucking you anymore.
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