so it's sad this doesn't suit you now.
and me fresh out of rope.
please ignore the slip, i never meant to sound like this.
so take me and break me and make me strong like you.
i'll be forever grateful to this and you.
it's only you, beautiful. or i don't want anyone.
if i can choose, it's only you.
fix me to a chain around your neck and wear me like a nickel.
even new wine in old skins cheapens the taste.
i shot the pilot now i'm begging you to fly this for me.
i'm here for you to use, broken and bruised.
do you understand??
it's only you, beautiful. or i don't want anyone. if i can choose, it's only you.
but how could i miscalculate....perfect eyes will have perfect aim.
and me fresh out of rope.
please ignore the slip, i never meant to sound like this.
so take me and break me and make me strong like you.
i'll be forever grateful to this and you.
it's only you, beautiful. or i don't want anyone.
if i can choose, it's only you.
fix me to a chain around your neck and wear me like a nickel.
even new wine in old skins cheapens the taste.
i shot the pilot now i'm begging you to fly this for me.
i'm here for you to use, broken and bruised.
do you understand??
it's only you, beautiful. or i don't want anyone. if i can choose, it's only you.
but how could i miscalculate....perfect eyes will have perfect aim.
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Silly rabbit, of course I know it's a poem - and it's making fun of poems. That's called irony.
Anyway, it isn't written in my voice, it's written in the voice of a redneck - of which I am not.
cutie patootie.
you need to update your journal.