Blodmonalp

I love looking at their shoes, their luggage the cover of the book, magazine they are reading. I wonder what CD is in their player. I wonder if they are happy they are going, happy they are leaving or sad they are going; sad they are leaving. Maybe they don't know.  I love this part this in between  neither  here nor there Your body anyways. Are our minds always in two places? Well, here I sit in my pumpkin pie, turtleneck, cable, cotton sweater,  my ankle length, boot cut, wish they were vintage jeans.  Glad the Pumas were only 15. Here I am sad, my friends I leave back at home All that is in the direction I am going is a job, an apartment, and school which my mind isn't really into. And a crush, but they are easy to find. They always leave you sore.  So, what is there?  Maybe I should be leaving, maybe I should be going Boredom can't always drive me away Although, yes, I hope it does. I am never fond of stale are you? Why not fresh, with a longer exp...

 Your repairman left his smokes here Your queen sheets don't fit my borrowed mattress I like the tie dye more There are leaks The window needs repair My food has gone rotten Your excuses bloat me Your disappointment is severe

Dear People at the restaurant, grocery store, society Apparently  Apparently, I am a pretender   Pretending to check my phone, listening to you, I'm so alone Pretending to read the ingredients, I'm so bored I can only concentrate on you Pretending I'm not listening  You're so interesting  I can't ignore you I have to know what you are saying I have to stare Apparently I want to be with you be you And you keep whispering so I can barely hear Talking to my back What's that you say? Apparently, I'm a pretender I'm stalking you But you know so much about me? and you can't say it to my face You're so brave I pretend to be you Look at you surrounded by people Protected, standing with your friends Sorry, I couldn't speak So sorry, I didn't take the time to tell you to go fuck  yourself To your face I can only remember some things

 Have you been writing  What do your words say They say I am poetic They say I am a flake  They said they wanted a story  Why don't you fix that mistake They said it good be good  They said it good be better  But what I had I thought deserved something more Maybe they just didn't get it 

I'm dying inside Call an ambulance  Put me on a gurney  Strap me up  Tie me down Take me to the place where it  Says on the wall Keep me inside  I want in I want out Are you listening  I'm going to die  Call an ambulance  Do you know what happened to me tonight I think you do Did you laugh, go insane  While I cried You're fucking crazy just like me Do you want to get locked up too Now were patients me and you I'm dying inside  But for him I'll say I feel in front of you Lost my breathe  I want to leave  I have nothing to say How did my life get to this place I won't apologize for my anger It has nothing to do with you I'll leave this place away for all from you Call an ambulance  I think I died tonight She's dead-on arrival She's all cut up Where did the man go  How long will they keep him locked up That was my father  I just saw him yesterday I didn't know he was a murderer How could she leave life this way No m...

Where are you living What's the number Are living in a house of pain Are the walls laughing at you Are the floors opening up Who are your eyes looking at Who are your fingers feeling Who are you around Rhiannon LA