Monday, January 3, 2011

Great Song.

oh I'll bet I know what you like
at least think I know what you might
I'm not the most cocksure guy
but I get more bold with every smile

so please, show me your teeth, I'll show mine
I sure hope our P's and Q's don't mind
cause I've been alone quite some time
and I've got to scratch this itch of mine
and I think I know what you know
I'm not that smooth but I'm not blind

the hours pass us by as gin slips slowly
past our tingling spines, cheeks warm and glowing
I'm a social mess but not yet slurring
the words that come to rest upon my luring tongue

oh I'll bet I know what you like
at least think I know what you might
I'm not the most cocksure guy
but I still survive the good cock fight
try as I may, try I might
I'll ever scratch this itch of mine
we've all got our vices, this one's mine
so I might not smoke but I get high

underneath this fleshy robe lies a beast with no control
I fed it once look how it's grown
oh my god, bring me peace from this wolf covered in fleece
I can't shake loose from its teeth
oh my god, set me free
for I have no ability to cut my leash and walk away

with every passing night my conscience lessens
and seems to pacify these guilt filled sessions
now I'm a social pest but not yet willing
to put my wiles to rest till I'm done filling these holes

I'll bet I know what you like
at least think I know what you might
and I'm not the most cocksure man (?)
I take what I get and get what I can

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XWRfv3boX3U

Saturday, January 1, 2011

a sentimental heart.

Certain feelings are better left away from adjectives and verbs.

Last night provided me a glimpse of what could and what might be.

I felt this way but once before and it was the first time I met you.