Cell Phone Conversations
You remind me of someone
from Manhattan
who walked into the Sound
because he didn't give a damn
You remind me of this guy
I don't really know
same fatal predisposition
to end up in a fetal position
You remind me of the past
one I thought lost forever
adding another number to the stack
another soul to sever
Never been in a sling
I guess it's just one of those things
fuck all this supposed liberation
a one way course to annihilation
Never had an honest male
as a no strings friend
my sincerity always leads
to a loss of his clarity
Hands slipped, the car crashed
clothes ripped, it could never last
this city is an open sore
just can't take this anymore
mathiasthom
written 10/25/09
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