They're pickin' up pieces of me,
While they're pickin' up pieces of you.
In a bag you will be, before the day is over.
Were you looking for somewhere to be.
Or looking for someone to do.
Stupid me, to believe that I could trust in stupid you.
And on the back of my hand,
Were, directions I could understand.
Now that old buzzard Johnny Walker,
Has gone and ruined all our plans.
Our best-made plans.
Don't leave me here, to cast through time,
Without a map, or road sign.
Don't leave me here, my guiding light,
'Cause I, I, wouldn't know where to begin.
I asked the Kings of Medicine.
They're pickin' up pieces of me,
While they're pickin' up pieces of you.
Lying on ice you will be before the day is over.
It's a case in point baby,
That you never thought it through.
Stupid me, that I could depend on stupid you.
And on the tip of my tongue,
Were, words that came out all wrong.
'Cause they were drowned in Southern Comfort,
Left to dry-out in the Sun,
The noon-day Sun.
Don't leave me here, to cast through time,
Without a map, or road sign.
Don't leave me here, my guiding light,
'Cause I, I, wouldn't know where to begin.
I asked the Kings of Medicine,
But it seems that they've lost their powers.
Now all I'm left with is the hour.
Don't leave me here, to cast through time,
Without a map, or road sign.
Don't leave me here, my guiding light,
'Cause I, I, wouldn't know where to begin.
I asked the Kings of Medicine,
But it seems that they have lost their powers.
Now all I'm left with is the hour.
Don't leave me here,
Don't leave me here, oh no-oh,
I wouldn't know where to begin.
Friday, June 19, 2009
Saturday, June 13, 2009
im only happy when it rains
Thursday, June 11, 2009
four walls
whats the point of having TWO sisters when one is seldom home and the other rather face her laptop than have a decent convo?
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
every little earthquake
i know that people change
maybe you're not to blame
but must you burn a hole
so deep into my soul
maybe you're not to blame
but must you burn a hole
so deep into my soul
Monday, June 1, 2009
stupid girl
So I walked under a bus
I got hit by a train
Keep falling in love
Which is kinda the same
I've sunk out at sea
Crashed my car, gone insane
I got hit by a train
Keep falling in love
Which is kinda the same
I've sunk out at sea
Crashed my car, gone insane
(it didnt feel good, but i can bet it'll happen again)
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