I the feeling, so do the shins.........asleepaloneNovember 9 2008, 19:56:10 UTC
I think I'll go home and mull this over Before I cram it down my throat At long last it's crashed, it's colossal mass Has broken up into bits in my moat.
Lift the mattress off the floor Walk the cramps off Go meander in the cold Hail to your dark skin Hiding the fact you're dead again Undeneath the power lines seeking shade Far above our heads are the icy heights that contain all reason
It's a luscious mix of words and tricks That let us bet when you know we should've folded On rocks i dreamt of where we'd stepped And the whole mess of roads we're now on.
Hold your glass up, hold it in Never betray the way you've always known it is. One day I'll be wondering how I got so old just wondering how I never got cold wearing nothing in the snow.
This is way beyond my remote concern Of being condescending
All these squawking birds won't quit. Building nothing, laying bricks.
yes it is, like i dont even know how you posted a comment on my journal thing. haha. mckenzie is like it's soo simple but it's not. but hey to you too. i miss you.
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Before I cram it down my throat
At long last it's crashed, it's colossal mass
Has broken up into bits in my moat.
Lift the mattress off the floor
Walk the cramps off
Go meander in the cold
Hail to your dark skin
Hiding the fact you're dead again
Undeneath the power lines seeking shade
Far above our heads are the icy heights that contain all reason
It's a luscious mix of words and tricks
That let us bet when you know we should've folded
On rocks i dreamt of where we'd stepped
And the whole mess of roads we're now on.
Hold your glass up, hold it in
Never betray the way you've always known it is.
One day I'll be wondering how
I got so old just wondering how
I never got cold wearing nothing in the snow.
This is way beyond my remote concern
Of being condescending
All these squawking birds won't quit.
Building nothing, laying bricks.
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