Saturday, May 9, 2009

this has been on my(your_) arm 4 years

let's let this be a revolution of a new persuasion. 
or some bullshit like that.
mingle with the stars(thataren'tthere)* 
and rub elbows with the street lights.

(honestly)i don't want your thighs to burn.
and it's 3 in the morning and we're sober as hell
like. as. hell.
and we've got nothing(everything) to lose

we're both in pretty [shitty] places
metaphorically speaking.
but we're both right here (right now)
so let's take our shoes(underwearandpants) off
and bask in the streetlight's glow
and listen to the silence
and go