Safety First, by Cutie In A Death Cab Subscribe to rss feed for Cutie In A Death Cab

Does it get any worse
than a high ride on clouds
brought to a sudden 
screeching
h a l t !
And crash.
Short-lived satisfaction
due to negligence.
A beating
slows the beating
of my now frayed
mangled
threadbare
poison pumping
love taxi.
I forgot to
buckle my seatbelt.
Posted: 2005-04-19 02:13:50 UTC

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