4/23/2011

Got Over

Shes as cold as a winter storm.

Our night caps were more like nuclear war.

An overdose of reality like an ecstacy pill.

My future has been fired like a sculpture in a kiln.

Everything unspools like a roll of film.

The relationship was basically a metaphor.

An engagement ring what did I get it for.

I'm gone in 60 seconds you hear me eleanor.

My mind is racing at very high paste.

In my eyes shes a big disgrace.

Valuable time was nothing but a waste.

But through it all I have no remorse.

I reminisce about the times we engaged in water sports.

Now the only thing left for me to do is pull the cord.

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