the return of Crispy

May 20, 2004 12:00


Epiphany

Your words to me just a whisper

Your faces so unclear

I try to pay attention

Your words just disappear

‘Cause it’s always raining in my head

So I speak to you in riddles because

My words get in the way. I smoke the

Whole thing to my head and feel it

Wash away ‘cause I can’t take anymore

Of this, I want to come apart,

Or dig myself a ( Read more... )

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anonymous May 21 2004, 12:01:51 UTC
I love that song!!!

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