on the guitar
April 2 2007 at 10:01 PM sespyb rock
nuns habit spin wash thrown away like a tissue
memory lapse rabbits pass and acorns fall on your grave
drums build your face and cymbals crash like the wave
that took you away
into the pink clouds the sounds of love resound
blue surrounds them like it does you i suppose
everyone knows but no one knows it
maybe i couldve showed just a little bit
beautiful moments wave like flags and our hair in the wind
quilting fingers cant stick any more parts in
a one eyed cat passes the paper and the sugar bowl
and i say thank you
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