No Hands
I don’t much care for your tuned timing
Or the look on your face it’s discerning
And that’s my cup of coffee your drinking
Ill thank you ahead of the clock for leaving
When you go don’t forget your coat
And I will not walk you out
When your gone Ill just lock the door
I really like your new can of gasoline
But now your just grasping at a match
While thinking such horrible things
So just go ahead and do just what you do
And stick me I am your pin cushion darling
- No Hands The Story
I was sitting on the couch, trying to clear the cobwebs from my brain. Why can't I remember last night? I was trying to figure it all out, trying to make sense of the last twenty-four hours when the door...