white horse, black cloak

Jan 03, 2005 08:01

in through the door
and out the window
she reaches futilely
where'd the wind go?

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whisper, whisper
softly, briefly
pull my hair quick,
run,
and leave me

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talking shit about a pretty sunset anonymous January 4 2005, 14:35:30 UTC
Oh noose tied myself in, tied myself too tight
Looking kind of anxious in your cross armed stance
Like a bad tempered prom queen at a homecoming dance
And I claim I'm not excited with my life any more
So I blame this town, this job, these friends
The truth is it's myself
And I'm trying to understand myself
and pinpoint where i am
By the time I get things figured out
I've change the whole damn plan
Oh noose tied myself in, tied myself too tight
Talking shit about a pretty sunset
Blanketing opinions that i'll probably regret soon
I've changed my mind so much I cant even trust it
My mind changed me so much I cant even trust myself

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