The Runs

Published on June 5, 2005 By propagandhi In Writing

And crying my heart out
loud
felt so good
crying the tears that where locked in
a perfect meeting of moments
crashed
felt so good

so now the morning after, a new perspective
I swear I'm not broken
I will survive
says the faggot
I will survive
as he emulates females
but resembles males

the line of gender
the eternal competition of
innies vs outies
jesus loves you
jesus fucking loves you

focus on the inner audience
forget about the strange strangers
and the in-bar friends

the television will not save your pitied soul
neither will the bottle
or the leaf

be strong my baby
be strong my heart
but don't forget how it feels to be weak

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