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Last Night and the Bank
Leather strands, no that's your hair
Taste you ideas, ideals, the wheels turn so hard
the brows that hide the memory erosions
Of so many women, children, leftover washing
You wanted a car but you settled on me instead
My interior was warmer, found a place to hide your heads
Bury the pain in your reactions, your eyes
Watch your eyes in your elation, your mouth
Your mouth tries to sound out my name, hair
Hair become matted in tender sweet pain
sweating, knotted legs around spines
Don't make it end, don't sleep until the rain comes
Oh, the stormy past, our last try
Leave my body, leave my life
Seeing your face in papers, on TV
Not knowing if you'll be back, it's not about me
It's not about true love, or any other shit like that
Or destiny, or karmic bonding,or lust
Just trusting that the time is this time
When I'm holding you as you're slipping out of me
Bury the emotions in the facts, and your scent
Taste your scent for days afterwards,your hair
Gets tangled in my hair, the hair stands on ends
end to end we roll all through the night
A sky that bathes us we'll start again
Thirsty eyes, hungry teeth, shaking heart
You're home for now, fame aside
Own my body, own my lies
© cabco 1992
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