Indecisive bitch, lean over the table and kiss me
Your hesitant air seemed pleasing at first,
Now I just want to reach out, grab you by your shoulders,
And shake you alive, open your eyes, wake up
From this dreamless sleep you’ve been ignoring.
It makes me throw up, that self-sufficient air
That female silence I’m longing to tear up,
To increase your value to others and even others
I mean, you’ve made up your mind a long time ago,
Haven’t you? Of course, that free-will shit is just
A looming ghost, get over it, accept it, refute it!
Do you think that train-ride was pleasant?
Do you keep your breath inhaled, your eyes dry?
I met the saddest girl on a Tuesday afternoon
And you were sitting next to her, with her,
But no, you wouldn’t be touched by her air.
I can promise you one thing, wonderful slapper,
You proceed, you don’t change anyhow, there’s
Nothing in this god damn world you think
Wasn’t influenced by you, but your pride and mockery
Will be your downfall, because it was you who wasn’t moved.
Tuesday, 21 April 2009
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