Joan of Arc - A Tell-Tale Penis

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whoever else i may have been

she'd still be going through this now

but all the quiet hours i require still cant show me how

im barely living

in her halftime show

keeping warped minutes of her wishes and revisions

and somethings knocking around in me like a loose nut

this tell-tale penis kick in the gut

shot down my strut

the walls are beating

it's my reflection in my death

it's the alarm clock riding the horizon

once we spent our afternoons

dancing in our living rooms

now shes giving into her most unlit corners too soon

love is a lifetime's winding twisting tapestry

so reborn now without fears

before you ever met me

you can end things with your boyfriend

i'll quit chasing you around

but how long will the echo of the tell-tale penis sound

its the creak in the floorboards

it's throb is in my head

it's the alarm clock riding the horizon

it's the hand up through the dirt

toward the sky after midnight

burried alive and left for dead