Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Prizefighter

I talked with you the night through
And god you were a typewriter
I feel like I'm just like you
Another failure prizefighter

They'll make movies about us
A generation typecast
So we'll watch them and reminisce

About words we left unspoken
Rotting right inside our mouths
Arms and legs unbroken
Days went by, sat on our couch

You talk about your city
You talk about your modern art
And god you are so pretty
Another way to fall apart

I can't picture us fighting
I see the ground but it's just dirt
I see you are like lightning
I see you are like fireworks

House fire in my body
I am too sick to be alone
The way you look beside me
Is comfort like a dial tone

They say it's cos we're young but
We really think that something's wrong
We hang our flags upside down

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