Apathy Eulogy, The
I'd Rather Kiss A Tarantula
the apple fell, small distance, from the tree that it called momand in those shadows it became what apples do becomea granny smith, from granny smith, so each stems from its kindand that is how i should have known how could i be so blind?your mother, though a charm at times, fell short of characteryour mother went from man to man, and you were prone to flirtnow looking back it seems unfair to have expected morefrom someone who my wiser friends identified a whoreand yes that word is strong but true, and so is my resolveto be the man that i should be and leave you with the dogs(and you're leading me onyour eyes give it awaydon't hold out on mewhat your lips won't say)we've been through this before
From Letras Mania