Tuesday, December 24, 2013

drawing room: bathwater

You and your museum of lovers
The precious collection you've housed in your covers
My simpleness threatened by my own admission

And the bags are much too heavy
In my insecure condition
My pregnant mind is fat full with envy again

But I still love to wash in your old bathwater
Love to think that you couldn't love another
I can't help it...you're my kind of man....


  1. "my pregnant mind is fat full of envy again" that's fucking brilliant.

  2. The lyrics to that song are rich with imagery. I miss having lots of songs on my ipod that were written so honestly and with frank metaphors --- something uncomfortable and ugly, but honest. Thanks for turning me onto this song. :)




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