Two Wigs by High Horse

A composed individual
I accept you
Self destructive
Meet his body
Turning inward
So sweet so sweet so sweet self destructive
Time is running out
Light a cigarette about now
Too much shirt it’s hot out
Running in slow motion
Talking in slow motion
I’ll take you as you are
Two wigs on a bedpost
Waiting for my own tongue
idols on the shelf
Worshiping your brain
You’re so nice to me
Holding up your body
Picking up your waste
It’s just you
In a nice dress
A beer around your wrist
Don’t forget the fog
I like that dog
I like this jerk
Even in the wind
A fist in your mouth
A sign facing south
I’ll take you as you are
Two wigs on a bedpost
Waiting for my own tongue
idols on the shelf

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