Wear those flaws as if each bruise were a crown (weakneedlove) wrote,
Wear those flaws as if each bruise were a crown
weakneedlove

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2003 : me also 15 or 16 years old

silloutte of a mystery, helping hand man

a debonaire child grown up cliche, lush
a cronie to the plastics assembly line press your buttons, push
his sweat dripping down the stubbles of the clleft in his proportionate chin
what a joke a fluke in societies high class of perfectly perfect areyou out or in?

clathis is a working class beuty
a un adjusted limp still life baby
not reaching his weight ss

on top of the food chain in need of some cushy thing to prey on
hey preditor stop and look over your bible of morals you are the pawn
a higher power placed at the yellow tips of your feet
you just cant be vanity while your grinding gears, lovers just cannot meet

This is a working class buety
an un adjusted limp, still life baby
not reaching his weight class

when will the filmy waters calm
so you can dip it into your greasy palms
its not a mere memory of a fuzzy sound
its the blips and beebs of the fist that pounds

let him tear into the flesh scars
rewounding the bodies of the middle class
pushing the salt into the summers bloody heat


this is a working class beuty
an un adjusted limp still life baby
not reaching his weight class

he just cant let us down
the man weve relyed on just cant push us down
till weve scraped our bodies onto our own grounds
he just cant let us down
he wont disipline the towns
just man, dont let us down



THIS IS KINDOF FUNNY TO ME
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