we laughed at each other
devoting our love to toys
as we wished to destroy the untouchable children
with simple words
the prostitute set fire… in a faraway town, someone died.
my woman amenipata hapo quickmart na yengs kekii nikimnunulia chocolates akachukua stuff zote anadai hapo quickmart akaelekea juu ya hiyo chocolates akasema ni mimi nalipiaa �
i guess i could love you as good as the clay can
push hard as a daisy, got stuck my foot in the paint can
i stumbled halfway, outlined my fate in the pavement
it wasn't my day, doc crunching numbers like rain man.
we laughed at each other
devoting our love to toys
as we wished to destroy the untouchable children
with simple words
the prostitute set fire… in a faraway town, someone died.
i had a dream of the time we were born
we lived beautifully in the city of wombs, clapping our hands and laughing out loud
we drank up the paint, and the colours of the rainbow changed;
we began to be wanted, to be embraced, and became unable to walk alone
one of the scary aspects of adulthood is the numerous things you were warned about exist within your peripheral, and are quite easy to engage in.
in fact, it's even more annoying coz most of the time there will be "reason" behind such an engagement.
it's fucked up.