Monday, February 5, 2001

Pile of Smiles


I was laying in bed and looking at space
when reality bitch-slapped me across the face

Something opened my eyes
made me realize
I can now see through your lies

It's amazing how the way you touch my hand
makes me bury my head in the sand
The way you slide your fingers up my wrist
helps me forget I'm just one on your list

I put you on this pedestal, like what we had was unique
how could I be so blind week after week
Why do I allow myself to get fished in
to your pile of smiles and shit and sin?