Are you up in the middle of the night. Trying to figure out where things went wrong and they did. Just another semi-bummer weekend. . It seems hard to find a home for the words.
Are you up in the middle of the night. Trying to figure out where things went wrong and they did. Just another semi-bummer weekend. . It seems hard to find a home for the words.
Head trip on the scene again. Pumping in the veins of the rabid mouths to feed. Head back, obsolete. Trapped with the secrets that I cannot keep today.
Take what you've got, take comfort in that. Everything you know or seen will soon be a non existent dot. Who'll save the world that claims there is no saving?.