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Thanks for the Memories
written by EbonySeraph07:59 PM 2/2/05Rainy days make me think of
You and that ramshackle apartment complex you said
Would be a fitting home for someone as trashy as me
(I am not trashy, I know this now)
Dishes piled in the sink make me think of
Furious bouts of anger as I
Cowered in the corner and tried to fend off
Your blows
Bruised from head to toe
(People notice things like that)
And b-grade pornographic movies make me think of
Disgusting nights left alone in our
Sagging box spring bed as I waited
Faithfully
For you to return home
Bringing some woman's sweet smell on your clothes
(There's been some talk, and I have ears)
But...
When the clouds part
And the rain clears
It makes me think of August
The last look I ever took at that apartment
(I left you on my birthday)
Covered in scars I marched on
Like a courageous soldier
And passed you out of my life forever
And now...sunny days make me think of
My daughter, something somebody as cruel as you
Could never give me
And I want to say
Thanks for the memories
Though few and far between
I found someone worth my time
Your loss has been his gain... |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by xangelbumx (2-2-2005 - 08:08 PM)
by elfish88 (2-2-2005 - 08:16 PM)
| Very good. This reminds me of "Stay" by U2-
Green light, Seven Eleven
You stop in for a pack of cigarettes
You don't smoke, don't even want to
I see you check your change
Dressed up like a car crash
The wheels are turning but you're upside down
You say when he hits you, you don't mind
Because when he hurts you, you feel alive
Hey babe, is that what it is?
Red lights, grey morning
You stumble out of a hole in the ground
A vampire or a victim
It depends on who's around |
by elfish88 (2-2-2005 - 08:17 PM)
| Very good. This reminds me of "Stay" by U2-
Green light, Seven Eleven
You stop in for a pack of cigarettes
You don't smoke, don't even want to
I see you check your change
Dressed up like a car crash
The wheels are turning but you're upside down
You say when he hits you, you don't mind
Because when he hurts you, you feel alive
Hey babe, is that what it is?
Red lights, grey morning
You stumble out of a hole in the ground
A vampire or a victim
It depends on who's around |
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