you really were my monster.

Mar 03, 2008 - 08:50 AM PST

there was a reason i stopped letting the blinking
bat away the flies that fell into my eyes
laying underneath your doorway and the trash
was pouring out of your pretty mouth
how did you keep the pearls so white
laxatives and whiskey can burn away the most distinguishable
trace of amphetamine smiles, i drag you around by the strings at your wrist
the ones you swear will save you from every salty kiss
sliding down your throat, your coat was left on the bathroom floor
and his back hand has maps made in eyeliner and departure times
the blue coast was better for smuggling truth, tied in balloons
the rubber sky reflecting our screams back at us
i hid your diamonds behind your eyes, its worth sight