What's the point of trash when we throw it out anyway?
Loose Lips Sink Ships,
I guess only time can let my ego mend.
But all those slogans are screaming,
Waiting for mouths to announce words never told.
If she'd just stop with the lies,
Maybe we'd get some work done,
But for now, it's her fun.
And now as she strolls the streets,
The fragiles in windows tap her thoughts,
And now as she lays on her couch,
The survivors in the fridge shout out.
The world is against her,
Someone please give her a life jacket.
The misplaced feet in misplaced shoes
Are not fitting right,
Not fitting left,
Let's just blame the shoes everything.
Life's just easier that way.
The eject button on her computer broke.
That's when everything fell out of place
Like they were trained for disaster.
[Forget about us, save yourselves]
Copyright ©2007 by giv arya