| | I think I'm done with xanga
Not forever.... just for a while
No one comes here anymore
No one reads this
It's a waste of time really
So until people start coming back
And once things get better for me
Maybe I'll think about restarting this damn thing up
But this may be the last entry
A little persuasion could do the trick though
P.S. Buy the new Blood Brothers CD on Tuesday or suffer, fool.
now leaving this off with Cursive lyrics:
I wake alone, in a woman's room I hardly know.
I wake alone- and pretend that I am finally home.
The room is littered with her books and notebooks.
I imagine what they say, like, 'Shoo fly, don't bother me,'
And i can hardly get myself out of her bed.
for fear of never lying in this bed again.
Oh christ, I'm not that desperate. Oh no- oh god- I am.
How'd I end up here to begin with? I don't know.
Why do I start what I can't finish?
Oh please, don't barrage me with questions to all those ugly answers.
My ego's like my stomach- it keeps shitting what I feed it.
But maybe I don't want to finish anything anymore..
maybe I can wait in bed 'til she comes home. and whispers.
"you're in my web now - I've come to wrap you up tight 'til it's time to bite down."
I wake alone in a woman's room I hardly know.
I wake alone - and pretend that I am finally home.
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| | Posted 10/11/2004 12:28 AM - 4 Views - 4 eProps - 2 comments
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