Wednesday, August 4, 2010

crumble, tumble house of cards




Pictures framing up the past
Your taunting smirk behind the glass
This museum full of ash
Once a tickle, now a rash

I'm crawling through the doggy door
My key don't fit my life no more
I'll change the drapes, I'll break the plates
I'll find a new place, burn this fucker down

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