my little lambert. don't fret. my little lambert. you shouldn't regret. my little lambert. there are better things to do. my little lambert. like wearing fishnets. my little lambert. and freeing tibet. and remember my little lambert. each day, the sun will still rise and yet-- my little lambert the sun will indeed still set.
Lately I can't recall names. I forget checks, I drop my keys unknowingly. Lately my dreams are more real than really living. I touch things awake and witness events and there is nothing but clinical numbness. Lately I'm losing my words; without those, I thought I was nothing.
This is an attempt to remember everything. At the end of the day, words are all we have.
1 comments:
my little lambert.
don't fret.
my little lambert.
you shouldn't regret.
my little lambert.
there are better things to do.
my little lambert.
like wearing fishnets.
my little lambert.
and freeing tibet.
and remember
my little lambert.
each day,
the sun will still rise and yet--
my little lambert
the sun will indeed still set.
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