There is something about a storm
That is just right

It clears the sky
It clears the head
It cleans the soul

Scream with it
Cry with it
Lul to sleep with it

There is something about a storm
That is just right

Subtle silence
Sticky air
Sinking
sinking

save me

Perfectly Imperfect, how perfect.

I am a blood diamond
borne of war
secretly beautiful
a hidden history of pain

Dark clouds loom overhead
and as they remain
I thus remain
as gloomy
as cold
sadness and woe
hopeless
sleepless
thundering on
blow me down
screaming and shaking
the world it breaks
pure destruction
and then a smile
a soggy ruminent
I remain
until the Buildup begins
all over again

Saw a barefoot boy walking down grand river carrying a guitar.

I love college

Don't cry
Never cry
if you really must
never let him see
if he sees
blame it on your dog
don't love
never love
if you really must
never let him know
if he finds out
blame it on the dog
don't live
never live
but if you must
don't fail
if you do
blame it on the dog

I need a life, and maybe some sleep. And well, a new beginning. Maybe Paris...

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