telling it straight.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

cold.

It's so cold in this house
Open mouth swallowing us
The children sent home from school
Will not stop crying
And I know that you're busy
But do I know that you care?
You got your finger on the pulse
You got your eyes everywhere
And it hurts all the time when you don't return my calls
And you haven't got the time to remember how it was

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