Sound of Murder
This small talk has
Made my ears bleed
And the drama queens have
Tried to murder me
But your hips in those jeans
Were like the salt in my seas
They made my ocean sing
This ship has sunk
So I’m sailing this lifeboat drunk
Home to our enemies
All the sinister stares
The fake, ‘I don’t care’s
Induced comas in chairs
All these new people are in pairs
But your hips in those jeans...
© Copyright 2009 Rodney Smith, Signals from Satellites. All rights reserved.
Dotted Lines EP
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