Thursday, April 9, 2009

kimya

is my futur guitar's name.

i sat in the swamp with a little pink piggy
who loved roller-skating and playing pretend
the boy that she loved was a real snackmaster
the world was a beach ball and we were all friends
then he died alone and the last time i saw her
it looked like the reaper had rapped on her door
she said "do you remember singing ice ice baby with me
laying down on the reef bathroom floor?"

how could i ever forget? i could never forget
i will never forget
how could i ever forget? i could never forget
i will never forget

jimmy and johnny just stare at each other
while their mother hangs in the holiday inn
your funeral on your son's seventh birthday
is the worst thing you could ever give him
i bet he'd like flowers, balloons, and a card
"unconditionally yours, all my love, from your mom"
much more than wearing that little black suit
and saying goodbye forever to you

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