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I’ve got a dead girl in my bed I say, dead girl take a nice, Dead girl is doubting her right I say dead girl your breath smells Dance dance as hard as you can She just woke up and made the snooze stop a little late this morning
She looks at me with dizzy eyes
She stares when she talks
I took a job this morning
to figure out if she
stares at me
or maybe talks to herself till her brain stops
deep breath
and don’t turn into an old lady
that ended up less lively
than she started
because she forgot to breath in
new life that comes by the day
she tells me, or her brain
Why breathe if other people can’t
Why not choke all together
and share something
after all?
like death, like a long winter
Breathe in the springy air
quit the mood
Dead girl come back to life
Dead girl away with the dizzy eyes
Dance dance be a sexy girl
Bring the spring bring the spring
I am a cold man
I need no more grey and dead and dizzy
I need subtle warmth and new promises
I ran out of those
Make me a man, make me more of a man
Dead, oh almost dead girl, don’t kill the man in me
She takes no pleasure in
happy songs or anything
That drags away attention from
all the shit that’s going on
all over tv
all over the newspaper that dropped flat
on the doormat
