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My Heart Needs a Tailor. (song lyrics)My Heart needs a Tailor.
Oh, so you left me, you hung me out to dry.
My heart was bleeding, kept asking myself "why"
So, I was about to let it go, till I heard about our romance...
ON THE RADIO!!!
Yeah, my heart needs a tailor, like another hole in my head.
I cuss like a sailor, it's what the #*$*$ I just said.
You made three CD's about romance that's all gone to hell.
You're too much of redneck to know when to kiss and not tell...
After three months of dating, you told me about those other guys.
You acted like they were just ghosts from your distant, past lives.
Oh, there was Bobby and he was so rude,
you couldn't get over..how he left you for a dude.
Then there was Steven, oh sure loved his weed.
More than you is just how it seemed.
So it was his car that you joyfully key'd.
Oh, my heart needs a tailor, like another hole in my head.
I cuss like a sailor,it's what the #*#$ I just said.
You've made mint off selling your stories your ex's had left
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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