April 24th, 2003 - 4:18 p.m.

Song for a girl that never existed.

Let the mysterious seed grow.
Make belief that you don't care.
That you haven't got a moment to spare.

And under that turtle shell.
Underneath these accidental genetics.
Beneath that you cannot nacre it all.

After all the nods are too tired and gone.
After the ghostly applause fades.
You will realize the jeering was just aimed at getting under your clothes.

But all too late... Yeah.
Lucy, I felt you.
Dearie, I loved you.

But now.
But now its left without a... Yeah.

The scent will not leave.
Though you are long gone.
So long gone to the muddy banks where your insecurity pilfered with your sanity... Yeah.

And your virginity.
(Fade out to hysterical laughter.)
And am trying not to care.

N.

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