I never know what to do with my love, I never know what to do with my hands, So I put them behind my back
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I never know what to do with my love, I never know what to do with my hands, So I put them behind my back
"Maybe blue, maybe green Maybe something in between"
Fire and the Thud
And now you're hiding in my soup And this book reveals your face And you're splashing in my eyelids The concentration continually breaks I did request the mark you cast didn't heal as fast I hear your voice in silences Will the teasing of the fire be followed by the thud?
I realise that I'm going to get a lot of shit for this -- OH GOD WE CAN SEE YOUR THIGHS CAN WE HAVE NUDES CAN WE SEE YOUR COOCH BARE SKIN HOLY SHIT LET ME LOSE MY GODDAMN MIND -- but this isn't for those people.
This is for my Killjoys, for the MCRmy.
I got really upset about an hour ago and rather than hurting myself as I normally would, I started digging through all of my purses for sharpies. I remembered the concept of "Lyrics Save Lives," and so I started writing. Anywhere I could plausibly reach, anywhere I could manage to make the words fit, even if they were sloppy or illegible to anyone other than me.
An hour later, I'm calm and showing it to you guys.
The distraction works, kids.
But my computer is running killer slow so I'll upload the follow-up shots in a little bit.
I hope that somewhere out there, one of you sees this and thinks about doing it next time shit gets a little too real.