Honey comb sickle sweet
I crave the taste of your brand of defeat.

Hope her comfort is sweeter honey.
Than the simple rhythm of those sung by our bees
Hope her dreams are deeper baby.
Than those of mine... that sing with your brand of defeat.

Flicker Flicker Film Projector
You playback some sugary digital memories.

Hope they you keep you warmer honey
the replay replay of a demise perfected and so sweet
Hope they fade out quicker this time baby
Leave me singing a thick molasses song, with my bees.

02/22/2008

Posted on 03/07/2010
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