Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Monday, April 27, 2009
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Saturday, April 25, 2009
I'm sorry
Two words I always think after you've gone when I realize I was acting all wrong. So selfish. Two words that could describe actions of mine when patience is in short supply. We don't need to say goodbye. We don't need to fight and cry. We could hold each other tight tonight. We're so helpless. We're slaves to our impulses. We're afraid of our emotions &no one knows where the shore is. We're divided by the ocean &the only thing I know is that the answer isn't for us. No the answer isn't for us.
Friday, April 24, 2009
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
def an all time fav
The absence of God will bring you comfort, baby&planning's for the poor so let's pretend that we're rich&I'm not my body or how I choose to destroy it. Folk singers sing songs for the working, baby. We're just recreation for all those doctors and lawyers. There's no relief for the bleeding heart 'cause they'll be losing bodies tonight&Rob says you love, love, love and then you die. I've watched him while sleeping and seen him crying with closed eyes&you're not happy but you're funny and I'm tripping over my joy but I just keep on getting up again. We could be daytime drunks if we wanted, we'd never get anything done that way baby&we'd still be ruled by our dueling perspectives&I'm not my perspective or the lies I'll tell you every time&Morgan says, maybe love won't let you down. All of your failures are training grounds& just as your back's turned you'll be surprised, she says, as your
solitude subsides&Mike I'll teach you how to swim if you turn the bad in me into good again&I say there's trouble when everything is fine. The need to destroy things creeps up on me every time. Just as love's silhouette appears I close my eyes and disappear tonight&something's got to change 'cause our love's the slowest moving train.
solitude subsides&Mike I'll teach you how to swim if you turn the bad in me into good again&I say there's trouble when everything is fine. The need to destroy things creeps up on me every time. Just as love's silhouette appears I close my eyes and disappear tonight&something's got to change 'cause our love's the slowest moving train.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Monday, April 20, 2009
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