You'll have nightmares for the rest of you life.

[lovelesswrists]

Here is a song i wrote. It is called I couldn't figure out what the canvas was painting, but i knew that'd he would keep me waiting. through The hands of the clock that stopped as the hands slowly dropped. I'd hope that i could reach you this time, but it's hard to picture you with dissolving lines. atticipating to cut through state lines before the sun goes down on another sky of winter where i laid and remembered the telegraphs running around downtown, to find you in a ribcage dying to find some closure to an opened book by a unrecognized author with frekles that look best in daylight. The fall of us in autumn was wrap so tight. All lit up with the streetlights breaking on your bedsheets. Alone in pieces when we should of been together here so you could save me from the linguring of the longest of days when I bent with the time as everything began to fade into that broken canvas where i sat finguring out what stitched us to the branch where it never ends.

Tell me what you think.

I almost got in a fight with someone at work. And it nice to pick somone up for work and ride with me. Sometimes it gets lonley by myself.