A man of few words
and no second chances
Roaming the house at night
I follow in your footstepts
(just like I said I didn't want to)
but there's no one here to close the door or ask me to turn the volume down on the TV.
Monday, October 29, 2007
Sunday, October 28, 2007
So I write
I live inside my head and
there I look for you
A galaxy of soundbites, loose links to keep the longing
And all those morons that got to you first
there I look for you
A galaxy of soundbites, loose links to keep the longing
And all those morons that got to you first
Shame
You say there's no excuse for feeling bored
Well, what do you know of what the fucked-up must resort to?
Well, what do you know of what the fucked-up must resort to?
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