So, I walk in
I brought my two friends
And we’re sitting at the bar
Drinking Heinekens.
And that’s when you,
That’s when you walk in.
You caught the corner of my eye
And you turned my head,
Like a hook.
My sights are locked in
But my safety is on
in case you got a boy friend!
Like a hook
Of a song in my head
I can’t repress the words
And soon I just start singin’
Come on, Come on
You know its wrong.
You know you know
Don’t act like you know better/
Come on, It’s wrong
Isn’t that why
its seems so right?
Hey.
Come on, Come on
You know its wrong.
You know you know
Don’t act like you know better
Come on, It’s wrong
But if
We’re on our way to hell…
We may as well.
Maybe its because
I’m going for the subtle thing
you haven’t been
able to tell
That I’m thinking
I didn’t travel,
all this way
To keep my hands to myself
Let’s go
They don’t care
Don’t you know
It’s true.
Let’s leave
Let’s get out, please
Don’t you know
It’s you.
From the time
That I met you
I knew, Oh yeah, Oh, Oh, I knew.
From the time
That I met you
It wasn’t even an hour ago…
Come on, Come on
You know its wrong.
You know, you know
Don’t act like you know better
Come on, It’s wrong.
Isn’t that why
its seems so right?
If we’re on our way to hell.
Oh yes, we’re on our way to hell,
If we’re on our way to hell…
We might as well.
We Might As Well (Since We're On Our Way To Hell)
copyrighted 2009 by Theo Martin
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More incredible poetry. Really Theo - get a publisher. Each poem is so unique - yet I'm getting to know your style.
ReplyDeleteTrue to form, I have misplaced my booklet of my poems. I've only had it since I was 15. Grrrr. I will find it soon.
I can remember the first line of the first poem I ever wrote and it was for Kurt.
Poems are the words
Of your soul reaching out.
Now to find the rest.....
=]
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Oh if only I had a microphone so you could HEAR the poem transformed into a song... I'll get on that. My birthday is coming up!
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