It's a Dark Night
hot air hangs like a dead man
from a white oak tree
people sitting on porches
thinking how things used to be
dark night
dark night
the neighborhood was changing
strangers moving in
a new boy fell for a local girl
when she made eyes at him
she was young and pretty
no stranger to other men
but doors were being locked at night
old lines were drawn again
I thought things like that
didn't matter anymore
I thought all the blood
had been shed long ago
from a white oak tree
people sitting on porches
thinking how things used to be
dark night
dark night
the neighborhood was changing
strangers moving in
a new boy fell for a local girl
when she made eyes at him
she was young and pretty
no stranger to other men
but doors were being locked at night
old lines were drawn again
I thought things like that
didn't matter anymore
I thought all the blood
had been shed long ago
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Spam! - heeee!
Date: 2011-10-07 12:18 pm (UTC)...You have a nice ass. And...everything else. I bet your feet are just as nice.
[A tiny bit more with-it, although he still sounds like he's more likely to continue to stare than actually be much help with...anything.]
I think I'll stay. What do you need help with?
[Nevermind that she already suggested things earlier, he's CLEARLY forgotten by now.]