Princess With A Pension In Peril And Thinking About Loss Prevention

Princess sailing on the dawn of sorrow

she asks:

When will it be tomorow?

When will tomorow be today?

And how long has it been...

Since We ran away?

And how long have we been...

Sailing this bruised ocean?

And how long has it been since we ran out of that feel good potion?

 

I thurst for you

Instant Gratification

I long for a little

Fornication

...Of the heart and soul

 

But your hard heart

Bound in cement shoes

Is too far gone now

So take me here

Under the watchful eye of the moon

Under the blank sky that reflects our bruised ocean

 

Become

Replace my feel good potion

Make me forget why we ran away

Make me forget about today

Bring tomorow on your lips

Confessions made between our hips

...And may the moon forgive us for this