I can't really make sense of this


Backwards

Think that it's time to get up out of bed
Paint the curtains, cook the walls
Spit dirt out the vaccuum and
Brush the cat backwards

Shoes and lips were shining when they first walked in
Time to suck the rain up into the clouds
Nail the tires on my car and
Drive back to your place



Poetry by bluebackpack
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Written on 2010-01-17 at 22:35

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