| The skyline goes on forever So does her hair at times She is so cruel She must know how it drives me insane When she looks at me the way she does Like pornography I feel so wrong somtimes But all I need to do is breath All her words pass through lips That are moist with venom I keep dreaming of ghosts Two of them kiss And I feel the air exit my body Like pornography I guess There are pictures everywhere And bitterness inside of me Leaving exit wounds like mementos Always to remind me The garden of eden and a dying world I suppose we could stroll the promenade We could trace a path through the constellations And search for heaven near orion But I have felt myself changing I don't believe in anything Like pornography I can still taste her on my lips But I know that some day Everything will end And she will help bring the rain back to me Her perfume is like pornography |
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