Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Meet me down behind our old school

These clicking machines
they don't mean anything to me
'cause I'm the one who needs me to please her
when she's so fucking high

And no I don't mind
but I'd rather you die
so I'm stepping away from the edge
this mind's not made for drowning

So if I could fly into my dreams
and find the truth in the world around me
well then I would finally figure out
in what I believe


..this is what happens at night..

be back soon,

stickier than water

5 comments:

Ben said...

you remind me of James Blunt, randomly swearing...

Abram said...

lol her high picture head

Jon Berg said...

hey - you found time to do any writing lately?

Brent said...

yeah i have actually
still waiting on my guitar though
have you?

Jon Berg said...

not alot but i have bin workin on my guitar skills a bit ;P