Faded patio lights,
strung in silver spider-wire,
edges delicately glued to
the gold metal casings.
I can't stand sitting here,
within lengths of sweeping the cobwebs
from the corners of my head;
and organizing sapia photographs into piles on my bed.
Full of anti-fake smiles from when you were alive.
Hunting closet monsters,
I though we would survive.
Hunting closet monsters,
I thought we'd stay alive.
Crawl away, little freind,
push the boundaries until they bend,
the past lives thatu have shed,
are the photographs that lay on my bed.
Hunting closet monsters,
I though we would survive.
Hunting closet monsters,
I thought we'd stay alive.
Author notes
Song Lyrics.
A contest entry
- Anything goes. by Perfectly Imperfect.
300 points, ended February 12, 2008, 16 entries
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Comments
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This is really good, I don't usually like lyrics, but I like these alot You have a nice way with words. Well done and thank you for entering x
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the past lives *that you have shed.
Sorry about the spelling error.
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