||[Dec. 3rd, 2007|05:16 pm]
I am the drug addict's mary magdalene|
Needing to follow my own advice
Doling out my heart in soup kitchen style
Fly fishing with my body
And generally treating my vices to dinner
In chic diner after fancy restaurant
'How's the penne, recklessness?'
'Oh, you know, I've had better.'
My conceit is duplicitous, it follows the cycles of the moon
I own the physical beauty I possess
But then, how can I carry that
If you're holding my hand?
You can keep it in your rucksack while I fall in love with you