shut out, pimpled and angry. i quietly tied all my guts into knots. gave up on trying to make them, i figured it'd take them too long to look up and besides...
it was undeniably clear to me i don't know why when every other part of life seemed locked behind shutters i knew what worthless dregs we've always been.
lucked out and found my favorite records lying in wait at the birmingham mall. the songs that i heard, the occasional book were the only fun i ever took. and i got on with making myself. the trick is just making yourself.
but when they're parking their cars on your chest you've still got a view of the summer sky to make it hurt twice when your restless body caves to its whims and suddenly struggles to take flight...
three thousand miles north east i left all my friends at the morning bus stop shaking their heads. "what kind of life you dream of? you're allergic to love." yes i know but i must say in my own defense it's been undeniably dear to me, i don't know why when every other part of life seemed locked behind shutters i knew the worthless dregs we are, the selfless, loving saints we are, the melting, sliding dice we've always been.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
