I'll sit in my treehouse until the sun sets
and drink all dad's whisky and by morning i'll bet
that the world will have ended and stars will have died
and deep in the ashes of the grass there will lie
the seed of a flower, so inncocent, so pure
of which the silk of the petals, any disease, it could cure.
I will climb down that tree and spit on the dirt
because that flower never saved the ones i loved or this world
I will cry on my knees and stare into abyss
where, once, stood the sky, in its clear sky blue bliss.
And scream to the universe, the moon and the sun,
"Just because it's suicidal dones't mean grab your guns!"
I will wander the streets it an ecstasy haze
and upon your apartement, i will stop to gaze.
I remember the night, the night you moved in.
And we put on the beatles, around the room, we did spin.
And we fell to the couch and u kissed me deep
and promised we'd be together when the earth chose to sleep.
But i broke that promise and got drunk instead.
And let depression shake you dead.
Forgive me my lover, for last night i did sin.
I chose to be jealous that you got to grin.
Sadness engulfed me, and broke what of me was strong
and thats just the problem, i didn't hold on.
Friday, January 9, 2009
Treehouse Blues **
Posted by The Littlest Liv at 4:16 PM
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