Saturday, May 23, 2009

Alexander

Every move is calculated,
Every cutting glance is part of the plot
Set yourself up for more disappointment
It's the only thing close to emotion you've still got

Pop another ten,
We can't keep it down if it's not mood-alleviating
Pop another ten
Down in one gulp, for me.

So the doctor says its pointless
A lost cause, the ships already sunk
What's there left to hold on to
Who wants to save the anorexic drunk?

Pop another ten,
We cant keep it down if it's not mood-alleviating
Pop another ten
Down in one gulp, for me.

You look so good in your bright red shirt, the one I'll never see you in
You look so good in your bright red shirt, the one I'll write NOW WHAT on

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