Sunday, July 12, 2009


When you eat your soul with a
helping of gracious smiles,
candid I love you's, and
stale soda crackers

When you eat your soul with honesty,
and with charm

When you eat your soul with the one you wanna be with,
and you're both sitting in the back seat of your first car,
it's raining the fattest drops, the ones that'll drown the ocean,
and taking off your clothes is the last thing on your mind,
when you're there, in that moment, eating your own soul

You get a quarter and you find a payphone, and rain or no rain,
you call me up
Cause' I wanna know what satisfaction tastes like.

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