[she's mine]
[lyrics: woodley]


she's wasting away in a druggy miasma of opium and asthma.
she dreams of the day she can drop all her shields,
pick flowers in the battlefield.

she flirts with my friends
and writes koans in poems, swearing she will be mine.
but that's not the way she tends,
and second-hand buddhism won't save her this time.

she's so depressed that she invents a recipe
to meet her destiny sooner than she's meant to be.

i miss her, even when i'm with her;
that's how i know she's mine.

and in olympus someone raised a glass and drank it down,
and you and i somehow got drunk off it in Allentown.
but all the while as bits of marble soul were pared away,
the swirling clouds foretold the angry coal that's there today.

i can't find her, even when i'm inside her;
that's how i know she's mine.


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