sorry |
burning and turning and screaming and crying
what once spoke your name now is quiet
do what you please and write your songs
but dont blame me when you are on your knees
Posted by on Mon, 10 Nov 2008 18:23:00 GMT |
pressure cooker |
its me, and i still love you.
and every once in a while i break down on the 101 and ask why, god, why.
and not a day goes by that i dont wish we had more time
Posted by on Sun, 09 Nov 2008 09:51:00 GMT |
oh, how the tables have turned |
you go on with your life
ill grieve whats been lost
a long time ago
dug six feet deep
and sealed with a kiss
dont worry about me
you go on, go on
and ill stay here
with memories
and fantasies
of no m...
Posted by on Thu, 09 Oct 2008 06:21:00 GMT |
chasing north |
wish i was a cowgirland a time travel'rand a gypsy castin spellswish i was anythingsomeonesomehowto get me out of this helltrying to find the right wayfinding out there is no wayoh, to see you nowone ...
Posted by on Fri, 03 Oct 2008 16:10:00 GMT |
1...2....10 |
when the checks not enough
rickity rickity of the bus
standing in another line
begging pleading praying
just a little more time
not my life
not my life
not my life
Posted by on Tue, 15 Jul 2008 09:18:00 GMT |
you know you are crazy when |
dinosaurs come out of patio doors
kittens want scuba gear
you start singing to king charles
crunch rolls arent crunchy
hystaria is a constant
your dating a ghost
and sleeping in your closet.
d...
Posted by on Mon, 07 Jul 2008 02:04:00 GMT |
these arms of mine |
does anyone else instantly feel a gut wrenching lonliness in the pit of their stomach when listening to otis redding? its almost as bad as jack johnson.actually, its worse. because otis sings about ne...
Posted by on Mon, 23 Jun 2008 20:44:00 GMT |
gold |
Because of itself is easily bread.During spot for tourists in heaven. thy will be done,is a rock flour daily accessed from evilBecause of its bright color thy name;...
Posted by on Thu, 19 Jun 2008 23:35:00 GMT |
coming clean |
ha. the irony. secrets weigh you down. the burden of someone's secret however, is almost as heavy as your own. it feels good to get the cat out of the bag.cats dont usually like bags anyways. they enj...
Posted by on Tue, 20 May 2008 01:49:00 GMT |
attention |
the war on the drugs has turned on usour missiles backfiredblew up our own soilpeople walking stiff with frozen faces and silent screamstrudging through ashy ant farm trailstell me its almost overalmo...
Posted by on Mon, 19 May 2008 16:29:00 GMT |
