My Pointless Thread

[Eternally Dottie]

"There are a thousand things," he said
"I'll never say those things to you again"
And turning on his heel
He left a trace of bubbles
Bleeding in his stead
And all around the night
Sang out like cockatoos

And in her head
A picture of a boy who left her
Lonely in the rain
And all around the night sang out like cockatoos

I love this song

 

[motel rooms]

"I'll never see a face like yours in years of men to come
I'll never see such arms again in wrestling or in love"

It's like our visit to the moon or to that other star
I guess you go for nothing if you really wanna go that far

 

[motel rooms]

The moth don't care when he sees the flame
He might get burned, but he's in the game
And once he's in, he can't go back
He'll beat his wings till he burns them black
No, the moth don't care when he sees the flame

The moth don't care if the flame is real
'Cause flame and moth got a sweetheart deal
And nothing fuels a good flirtation
Like need and fear and desperation
No, the moth don't care if the flame is real

So come on, let's go, ready or not
'Cause there's a flame I know, hotter than hot
And with a fuse that's so thoroughly shot
Away

 

[motel rooms]

So here he comes with a blank expression
Especially for me 'cause he knows I feel the same
'Cause happy and sad come in quick succession
I'm never going to become what you became

Don't you dare disturb me
Don't complicate my peace of mind
While I'm balancing my past
(Don't complicate my peace of mind)
'Cause you can't help or hurt me
(The anger, being mean was just a waste of time)
Like it already has
I may not seem quite right
But I'm not fucked, not quite
Bled white
Bled white

 

[motel rooms]

10, 20, 30, 40
Tell me that you want to hold me
Tell me that you adore me
Tell me that you gotta show me
Tell me that you need to slowly
Tell me that you're burning for me
Tell me that you can't afford me
Tell me that you need to sorely
Time to tell your dirty story
Time to tell your love story
Time turning over and over
Time turning four-leaf clover

Betting on the bull in the heather

 

[motel rooms]

Stand up straight at the foot of your love
I lift my shirt up
I was carried to Ohio in a swarm of bees
I never married, but Ohio don't remember me
Lay my head on the hood of your car
I take it too far

I still owe money to the money, to the money I owe
I never thought about love when I thought about home
I still owe money to the money, to the money I owe
The floors are falling out from everybody I know

I'm on a bloodbuzz, yes, I am
I'm on a blood... buzz
I'm on a bloodbuzz, God, I am
I'm on a blood... buzz

 

[motel rooms]

Nothing on the top but a bucket and a mop
And an illustrated book about birds
You see a lot up there, but don't be scared
Who needs action when you got words?

When you've finished with the mop, then you can stop
And look at what you've done
The plateau's clean, no dirt to be seen
And the work, it was fun

 

[motel rooms]

I see him standing silhouetted in the lamplight
I cross the street and I quicken my pace
He cups his hands and he lights a cigarette
I find myself in the bones of his face

It's just the night in my veins
Oh, making me crawl in the dust again
It's just the night under my skin
Slipping it in

He's got his hands in my hair
And his lips everywhere
Oh yeah, it feels good, so right
Even if it's just the night in my veins