...okay, i lied. we just kinda gathered and bitched for a while. however there may have been some brandishing of forks of the dinner variety, seeing as the 'gathering and bitching' later became 'dining and bitching'. what? don't look at me like that, good pitchforks are hard to come by these days! and my stomach is being irksome. this is what i get for nicking foodstuffs, isn't it?








The angels from high up above,
sent me a dove, and I catch it with my hands,
singin' back to them "thanks for the love",
but then that little dove fluttered about,
and when it bit me it made me shout,
to the heavens in the blue skies, I won't lie,
i decided to let it get away, for not even I want to be cooped up in one place forever,
if I had been given wings to fly up high in the sky,
And my only fear is being struck my lightnin',
because if I get hit I'll die
--
They call me... "He who loves to splooge"
--
::i faced the wall and the world
and did it my way::
so I keep myself busy by doin' some chores,
yet I can't keep my mind of your smile,
the one I haven't seen for such a while,
and now that I look back then,
only with you will my heart start to mend,
for in a world of wants and gain,
without you all I feel is pain, (I'm trying not to be emo)...
but as soon as the world drops down in mess,
I promise I'll do my best,
to put our distant minds at ease,
because it's you I want to please.
But because we're still so far apart,
I ignore my aching heart,
for when we are back together,
we'll be in love until the last rose withers
--
They call me... "He who loves to splooge"
--
::i faced the wall and the world
and did it my way::
P.S: I'm lovesick, I actually think that's legitimate.
--
They call me... "He who loves to splooge"
--
::i faced the wall and the world
and did it my way::
--
They call me... "He who loves to splooge"
I never forget why, nor do I sigh,
because with you I feel so high,
and I can now write songs on the fly,
but my artistic skills end with my words,
for when it comes to drawing or painting,
i'm no match for you, that's why I'm singing,
(please check your inbox)
--
They call me... "He who loves to splooge"
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