"She made me feel like expulsion
She made me feel set aside
Oh and she asked me
If I was the jealous type
How could I feel normal
With her hand on my wrist
Then she asked me, oh she asked me
Do you want to exist
My first step into water
Feeling reborn again
Go for seconds, go for thirds
It never had an end
But then my legs broke
I couldn't go for a swim
You couldn't help me
Watched me drown
Too many times to stay in
So now my sheets still
Smell just like you
I'll never wash it
Lay in my filth
If that's what I have to do
Make up for lost time
Make up for warped minds
Oh pick me up, oh pick me up
Oh take me with me you"
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Try, stop, try, stop, etc.
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