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[aid] => mick
[title] => Questionable Boy
[time] => 2007-06-05 10:06:36
[hometext] => Connections
[bodytext] => Looking good for the night You spray cheap cologne and pick your hair And you know, tonight, you’ll doubt You’ll be drunk, it’s no question, know yourself And fancy high school girls, in their mind tick world Will be staring down at you, For once you can be all right With just playing holding hands, And not looking pass your sight Empty cartons round the room, Some foreign girl plays you too soon And all these people seem imaginary, It’s all happen too many times before With their faking interest, these cunning linguist Who the hell do they think they are? You’re the one with the handle, you in your corner Just listening, just taking, never giving, always risking Hey there, questionable boy Questionable boy with your questionable toys Hey there, questionable boy Where’s the fire in your eyes? The past plans never occur, Clocks all fade and blur, the water’s overflowing Two hours in the hot tub, your youthful skin is pruning And these damn kids keep on chatting, Your heart is always aching, she is there, it is now Could I of seen this? I wonder how And you fall asleep to early morning cartoons She’d have been making out with you, but she’s passed out Too much hard liquor, night’s ended, no set alarms This stranger falls asleep in your arms Morning comes, draw your guns The defenses are up, the in toxicity is down You’re all around, and just about everyone’s come down From their one time lover’s rooms, Their kingdoms and their tombs, we gather in the kitchen Breakfast or lunch, a hard decision, this canceled vision Of opportunities, a night where anything can happen And oh, how it happen, it’s all happening again Hey there, questionable boy Questionable boy with your questionable toys Hey there, questionable boy Where’s the fire in your eyes? The guest all pile out, hugs are shared For the times you might of acted like you really ever cared But you won’t see them anymore, not in last night’s form Just fire in the eyes, a fitting face to scorn And all of these people are out of your life, except the few that stay The feeling’s right, lunch, just you and the one who invited you there Do you like me? Do you care? If I sit across from you can I stare? And it ends like you figure it begins, Stating, “I think it’s all about connecting with someone” “Like, someone on the same level as you” “Yeah, even though it’s impossible to do” “Yes, impossible, but we try it anyway” “You’ve got some fire in your eyes” “You put some darkness in the day” “My boyfriend’s kind of below, it won’t last, but you would,” I laugh, I ridicule, “you’re different, you’re deep, you’re questionable” She figures I am questionable Hey there, questionable boy Questionable boy with your questionable toys Hey there, questionable boy Where’s the fire in your eyes? [comments] => 1 [counter] => 177 [topic] => 76 [informant] => Franciswolf [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => obsession )
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