Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Loose-Kneed Neurotics

Starry sky when the moon is out
You kissed me tonight, I mean I kissed you
Knocked-kneed lovers
mouths closed with a wednesday smile
Maybe if we never open our mouths again
we'll last forever

October appears, hot then cold
We strip off our clothes, trade our tanks for coats
Loose-lipped lovers
thursday gods throwing thunder bolts
I know you do not need me, I mean I need you
you and tomorrow

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