I want a meaning from the back of my broken hand
well I really don't know what to say.
these past few days, weeks, and months have been horrible.
I take the blame though. I do this to myself.
I fell like Charlie. I feel like if I get too
depressed, I'll start smoking a pack a day.
Which is something I don't want to do.
The pictures aren't too good, but you can tell who they are.
[these two are two of my best friends. even if they don't want me around sometimes]
[yeah, I don't know, just me.]
[I had this crazy idea, a Jones...THREESOME]
[Bert...I don't know about her...mixed feelings, to early to tell]
Oh crashing time can't hide a guilty girl
With jealous hearts that start with gloss and curls
I took my baby's breath beneath the chandelier
Of stars in atmosphere
And watch her disappear
Into the midnight show...