Wednesday, April 16, 2008
The girl in the other roomShe knows by nowThere's something in all of her fearsNow she wears this thread bareShe sits on the floorThe glass pressed tight to the wallShe hears murmurs lowThe paper is peelingHer eyes staring straight at the ceilingMaybe they're thereOr maybe it's nothing at allAs she draws lipstick smears on the wallThe girl in the other roomShe powders her faceAnd stares hard into her reflection...The girl in the other roomShe stifles a yawnAdjusting the strap of her gownShe tosses her tressesHer lover undressesTurning the last lamp light downWhat's that voice we're hearingWe should be sleepingCould that be someone who's weepingMaybe she's thereMaybe there's nothing to seeJust a trace of what used to beThe girl in the other roomShe darkens her lash and blushesShe seems to look familiarps. what are you thinking of when he sprawls kisses down your neck?
- everything's just temporary;
2:12 PM