Archive for August, 2011

King Hit

August 27, 2011

King Hit

A floor, a hospital
eyes shut closed, a broken nose
shouting names
fell into the wrong arms
with no care whose they are
it was the best of times,
and we made a mess of it

nothing we can do
[c’est la vie]
black & blue
[c’est la vie]
lock the door and bulletproof my heart

Beyond the possible
what is possible
counting days
the dirt between my teeth
my knees buckling
it was the worst of times
and we kept up with it

pretending to be dead
[c’est la vie]
pretending to pretend
[c’est la vie]
lock the door and bulletproof my heart

It gets so old so quick
when it gets like this
when it gets like this
end over end end over end
end over end end over end
such a mess of a mess such a mess

pretending to be dead
[c’est la vie]
pretending to pretend
[c’est la vie]
lock the door and bulletproof my heart

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