that when he jerks off in your bed
after you've tried giving him head
he won't be thinking of you
no he won't be thinking of you
he won't be thinking of you
la la la la la la
and when i've gone soft in the shower
with my stomach skin glowing red
and the water pounding on my praying pregnant head
i will be thinking of you (la la la la la)
yeah i'll be thinking of you (la la la la la)
i will be thinking of you!
la la la la la la
you are the songs that i listen to (you're kevin's lyrics or yoni's q)
you're the pages i get lost into (you're lady ashley through and through)
you're the road and the highway home (and little snow blown haunting ghosts)
you're the stillness in my room (my blackened shadowed hollow womb)
la la la la la la
la la la la la la
1 comment:
This is such a tender poem, in a much more real way. It's sounds so playful and honest to me.
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