Sunday, September 6, 2009

Secondhand Papercut

Secondhand Papercut
Secondhand Papercut

You want to feel,
But you have fear,
Fraid of something real,
Fraid of living life.

Secondhand Papercut
Secondhand Papercut

The blood is red,
Can't you see?
It isn't secondhand,
It's directly from the tap.

Mommy gave you everything,
Dad was a sap,
21st Century Digital King,
An endless slime spring.

Secondhand Papercut
Secondhand Papercut

If you think they care,
They really don't,
You have nothing to lose,
Might as well jump.

*This is a punk poem/song.

1 comment:

Zarina said...

i could kinda hear it as a punk song.. in my head after i read it a second time i was listenning to it thinking it was the distillers sound.

its interesting.. kinda emo-ish [if that doesn't sound douchie to say] but i can see it as a punk ballod of types lol