In-Con Sequential Art
Friday
Nov112011

Mashiara

Gimme a bitch that speaks Drowish and smokes weed
A woman to smoke me at Magic: the Gathering
A girl that bares resemblance to a certain type of actress
that appears in pornographics and in wet dreams on my mattress
Gimme a bitch that speaks Drowish and smokes weed
who rolls her d-twenty, ever so slowly
At times I fantasize about her Valkyrie-like thighs
And as I quote The Family Guy I'll be her Vincent Valentine
Gimme a bitch that speaks Drowish and smokes weed
Likes mecha and Blue Seed, knows what a nerd needs
She rules my Kingdom Heart whether together or apart
the happy end to my flow chart if I could only press restart
Gimme a bitch that speaks Drowish and smokes weed
Who dresses like Chun Li, is loyal like Trixie
She cannot be replaced I close my eyes and see her face
And now she's gone without a trace Apollo to her Kara Thrace

When the night wind softly blows
Through my open window
And I start to remember
The girl that brought me joy


Enough time has passed, the memory cache
Has emptied, overwritten, put you square in my past
And yet the echoes in my registry remain
The Samus Aran cutting deep into my Mother Brain
We used to be a duo just like Smart and 99
Catch me clownin', smack my head and send a chill down my spine
You brought the brains, I brought the muscle like your pet Wolverine
Turned you away just like a fool and that's how I lost my Jean
Steal my scenes with wit and beauty, that's my ego's concern
Petty, jealous like Iago, never waited my turn
And you were patient like a Saint, I just had devils to burn
Like Howard Hughes I lost my mind and lost my Katherine Hepburn
So I lament like Cloud for Aeris, carry guilt like a big sword
Cuts like a masamune straight to my crisis core
Cold to hot, Jack to Johnny, burned my bridges in spite
It ain't right, it's what I earned, so I'm no longer your knight

When the night wind softly blows
Through my open window
And I start to remember
The girl that brought me joy


Looking for that ingénue, the Yorda to my Ico
Keep her safe from shadows, know they’re mostly my own
Can she match my everlasting fountain of devotion?
Float within this Star Ocean, drinking deep of my potion
Doesn't matter, never will, just like Poe I am haunted
Coulda, woulda, shoulda, loved you more like you wanted
Trying substitutes to you is trading sugar for salt
Grand theft romance San Andreas cause I'm always at fault
Phantom photo frames are fatal now with emptiness
Under duress I hold auditions for a second princess
Fresh eyes, false smile, and I'm sadly unmoved
Lacking lust I look at ladies – all I think of is you
Like a paladin questing for a grail I once held
Lost my heart to El Dorado, got no new tale to tell
This knave is left lamenting images of his queen
Haloed by your Facebook updates on an LED screen

When the night wind softly blows
Through my open window
And I start to remember
The girl that brought me joy


Gimme a bitch that speaks Drowish and smokes weed
A woman to smoke me at Magic: the Gathering
A girl that bares resemblance to a certain type of actress
that appears in pornographics and in wet dreams on my mattress
Gimme a bitch that speaks Drowish and smokes weed
who rolls her d-twenty, ever so slowly
At times I fantasize about her Valkyrie-like thighs
And as I quote The Family Guy I'll be her Vincent Valentine
Gimme a bitch that speaks Drowish and smokes weed
Likes mecha and Blue Seed, knows what a nerd needs
She rules my Kingdom Heart whether together or apart
the happy end to my flow chart if I could only press restart
Gimme a bitch that speaks Drowish and smokes weed
Who dresses like Chun Li, is loyal like Trixie
She cannot be replaced I close my eyes and see her face
And now she's gone without a trace...