three hours past since the

train left the station

your phone rings but the

only thing at home that's breathing

is your cat and the cactus

your forgot to water

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the cat is kind of hungry

and by now you look kind of tasty

slumped over on the floor

-

his poor mind can't comprehend

your pathetic fate

and he wonders if the

soy milk in the fridge is any good

-

the phone keeps ringing

and the machine keeps picking it up

its her, it's that voice

that always made you feel fine

-

but it's powers are no longer working

there's no way of denying

when you're far past being gone

-

she'll keep on calling

until three days have gone by

when they find your corpse

after the neighbors complained

of the smell

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but it's okay now

she took your cat home

what she doesn't know is that he

ate your left arm

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and the cactus is weeping your blood.

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random song i wrote for a friend? kind of based off of a dream.

updated Jan 18 '09 by NouvelleBardot