Poke~ Frightened Rabbit. My favorites.

Poke at my iris, why can’t I cry about this?
Maybe there is something that you know that I don’t?

I might never catch a mouse and present it in my mouth
And make you feel you’re with someone who deserves to be with you.

But there’s one thing we’ve got going and it’s the only thing worth knowing.
It’s got lots to do with magnets and the pull of the moon.

Well we can change our partners this is a progressive dance,
But remember it was me who dragged you up to the sweaty floor.

Well this has been a reel
I’ve got shin-splints and a stitch from weed
But like a drunken night it’s the best bits that are coloured in

Should look through some old photos I adored you in every one of those.
If someone took a picture of us now they’d need to be told

that we had ever clung on tight and maybe not with arms at night.
I’d say she was his sister but she doesn’t have his nose.

And now we’re unrelated and rid of all the shit we hated,
But I hate when I feel like this and I never hated you.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: