Sunday, September 6, 2009

Purple Girl

Hey there, purple girl

When you getting up out of bed?

Your boy's here to pick you up
He's here to release you
From your canopy

Now how you going to lock yourself
Up in the shades
With the stars casting themselves
As your lovely foes

Where'd he go?
Where'd he go?
Where'd he go?

Tell me where the pillows went
Tell me where the dynamite fell
Tell me where the purple comes from
Tell me, tell me, tell tell tell

All your tattoos look purple now
All your bruises look purple now
All your losses and the costs
Of the things you see yourself losing
Chosing to be purple now

Can't look him in the eyes now
Can't surprise him now
He knows your shade

Grades you on your tactics
Practice, practice, practice

Slide down your dress
Slide down your confessions
Mess up all your good intentions
With the hint of last night

Fight the urge to purge your demons
On a purple sheet
With blue and red m&ms
Telling the stories of all the men
That laid on them before

Hey purple girl
You ready to go?

The sun's gonna break up
Your little show

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