Tuesday, February 8, 2011

I feel shiny and new (plastic and cold.)

I'm walking through the city, like a drunk but not
With my slip showing a little, like a drunk but not
And I am one of your people, but the cars don't stop
And I am one of your people, but the cars don't stop

It's been a long time since before I've been touched
Now I'm getting touched all the time
And it's only a matter of whom
And it's only a matter of when

An addiction, two hands and feet
There's a meat market down the street
The boys and girls watch each other eat
When they really just wanna watch each other sleep



Oh Regina. Oh Joni. Oh Thom. You can hear something a million times but you never really know, until you know...

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