How was your afternoon?

You said I seem so grim and, darling, do you forgive me?
And I went out on a limb 'cause I needed to be
Near the fireflies flying high above me
And then I hit the sky and it fell down on me

You said it wasn't sharp but I cut my finger
You said it just wouldn't burn and I scarred my face
You know I bite my nails, my skin and my fingers
And I've heard that's my liver, my nerves and my brain

I said I just like to bite on my fuckin' fingers
Do you have another intelligent answer for me today?

You said it wasn't sharp but I cut my finger
You said it just wouldn't burn and I scarred my face
You said it just wasn't when it fell down on me
And I'm just a son of a bitch no matter what you say

I lost my trust in you you were dangerous and scary
And you poisoned me with the fruits
Everyone was intrigued by and I finally got buried

You said I won't forget and I don't remember
And you said I'm something I'm not and I fell on my face
You said I wouldn't rot but worms are crawling on me
I'm just a son of a bitch no matter what you say
Now I'm just a son of a bitch no matter what you say-lmp

Sneaky Saturday

"Men enjoy being thought of as hunters, but are generally too lazy to hunt. Women, on the other hand, love to hunt, but would rather nobody knew it." ~Mignon McLaughlin, The Second Neurotic's Notebook, 1966