29.1.06

She paints me blue. She paints me. She paints.

Hey there

Meet the

girl who lives without a care She
laughs aloud then dissapears Into thin air
And everybody's jealous of her hair



Hello there
Meet the 'dumbest smart girl in the world' She
paints such pretty circles But she's running out of
bridges to burn
Will she ever learn?

I can't say anymore I've lost track of the
score Now I
just pray she'll be alright And
in the end I know
She'll be just fine

Hey you
Watch the ashes float out of the room
Try and
make the mona lisa swoon In mid-air All
the while
people stare

Inside
Finally something's making sense again
Give me til the weekend And I'll show you the
perfect friend
Just you wait & see

I
CAN'T say anymore
I lost track of the score
Now I pray she'll be alright
And in the end I know
She'll be just fine

Fine

-- Courtesy of S. Buckle

(this has got to die, this has got to stop.
this has got to lie down..

..with someone else on top)

7 comments:

florecita said...

"Inside
Finally something's making sense again
Give me til the weekend And I'll show you the
perfect friend
Just you wait & see"
--So sweet, buckle.

Reminds me of those songs in the 90's about imperfect girls who are beautiful because of their fuckedupness. Love it.

Sparticus said...

Well done, my friend.

Amaranthine said...

Whoa.

If I knew you well, Liz, I'd say that described you to a tee.

Which would be a cliche.

Good thing I don't know you well.

God, I'm going to regret this comment tomorrow.

Joe.

Stephen said...

Imperfect can really be quite breathtaking.

Sparticus said...

So that means I take your breath away, right Steveo?

Stephen said...

not you sethy poo (I can rhyme!)

you're puuur-fect.

BTW, you meant Feb 14th not Jan 14th right?

Sparticus said...

Yeah sorry. I realized that after you were gone, heh.