robtacular
07-04-2008, 11:20 PM
Schwinny, you were supposed to be my bicycle.
Now I don't ask for anything special. No dark Harley diva, no savior, femme fatale
to ride off with me into the sunset.
But I thought we were on the same road together.
So don't go telling me life got too complicated. You've got one ****ing gear.
Don't go telling me the road got too bumpy.
You went blind bonzai bat**** over black tar ****ing pavement.
You just...let go. Threw away your chain of reasoning faster than I could brace for impact.
(Ugggh...Am I bleeding?? Yeah, I'm bleeding)
And the worst part is, I still need you.
Because work is 37 blocks away.
And I got to be there in 16 minutes.
And the bus is really unreliable.
So we ride again, but I got all ten fingers and toes crossed, two by two,
and point in fact, riding down Guadalupe with forked philanges gets really hairy.
But your suicidal tendencies ****ing scare me.
You thirst for first degree burns and flayed skin,
and my patience runs tiretrack thin.
Think I'll roll my dice with a Segway.
She'd be a quaint, play it safe kinda girl.
The kind my folk would invite to dinner..
"Son, we knew you'd land a keeper. That's my boy!"
But I know that in two months tops,
I'd miss your fiery imbalanced breath.
I'd yearn for your bipolar 180 turns,
that make my heart skip that terrible, unforseen beat.
So yeah. I'll give it one more shot.
But just tell me you'll stick around at least a little longer.
It's storming outside, and we both got a few blocks to go.
Now I don't ask for anything special. No dark Harley diva, no savior, femme fatale
to ride off with me into the sunset.
But I thought we were on the same road together.
So don't go telling me life got too complicated. You've got one ****ing gear.
Don't go telling me the road got too bumpy.
You went blind bonzai bat**** over black tar ****ing pavement.
You just...let go. Threw away your chain of reasoning faster than I could brace for impact.
(Ugggh...Am I bleeding?? Yeah, I'm bleeding)
And the worst part is, I still need you.
Because work is 37 blocks away.
And I got to be there in 16 minutes.
And the bus is really unreliable.
So we ride again, but I got all ten fingers and toes crossed, two by two,
and point in fact, riding down Guadalupe with forked philanges gets really hairy.
But your suicidal tendencies ****ing scare me.
You thirst for first degree burns and flayed skin,
and my patience runs tiretrack thin.
Think I'll roll my dice with a Segway.
She'd be a quaint, play it safe kinda girl.
The kind my folk would invite to dinner..
"Son, we knew you'd land a keeper. That's my boy!"
But I know that in two months tops,
I'd miss your fiery imbalanced breath.
I'd yearn for your bipolar 180 turns,
that make my heart skip that terrible, unforseen beat.
So yeah. I'll give it one more shot.
But just tell me you'll stick around at least a little longer.
It's storming outside, and we both got a few blocks to go.