Gord

2026-04-16 10:41 am

Love from the art class... 
Is everything the same, 
Or have you changed perhaps?

If my tomorrow never came,
Am I still just some faggot,
That never had your respect?
We both know front to back,
When it comes to class, but 
What about our crossed paths?

Does it matter, about the facts?
Whether I fell to able hands, 
You would rather write about it,
You already decided, so sing that, 
And when you finally do get to it, 
You shove it up your ass.

Love, from the bottom of my heart, 
They never taught you art in class, 
And you never learnt good taste,
Is everything the same? No...
I would say you changed, perhaps,
But you never had any fuckin class.

And, that comes from me...
Love, from the art class, 
All the way to the current of my heart:
Things have changed, 
It's better you stay hard, man,
A wave from across the bar.
Far away, like your honest thoughts.