Thursday, November 12, 2009

dirty little secrets, dirty little whores.

your words hanging over me,

when you should be

swallowing them whole

“i’m sorry” has never been a bigger lie

so big you’ll choke

goodnight? goodbye.


let’s put fingerprints on your throat

with these words that i wrote

and we can pretend like we’ve never met.

cause god knows I’m trying to forget.

so i hope when you try to sleep

your lips will remember me.


you’ve got that recipe

for secrets that could never be

kept or confessed.

at least not to me.


so let’s tell the truth for a change.

did you ever even know her name?

taking black lights to back seats, and

finding things i don’t want to see.


let’s put fingerprints on your throat

with these words that i wrote

and i hope when you try to sleep

your lips will remember me.


how can you even look at me

with a straight face and lie?

but i’m changing the lock and key.

i hope her embrace buries you alive.


let’s put fingerprints on your throat

with these words that i wrote

and i hope when you try to sleep

your lips will remember me.


let’s put fingerprints on your throat

with these words that i wrote

so i can forget you and get some sleep.

your lips will remember me, remember me.


and revenge is a cheap way

to say i still care.

hear that dial tone?

it means i’m not there.


so i hope when you try to sleep

your lips will remember me.

so i hope when you try to sleep

your lips will remember me.

so i hope when you try to sleep

your lips will remember me.

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