Friday, December 11, 2009

Last night they said the fire had spread and we said our prayers, and now the flames are burning me in my bed but I just don't care. We all go to sleep in the same place and in the morning hope that we're all the same. We'll just sit around like broke down cars in the lot waiting for repairs.

There you go
There it goes

Well I wish that I was as good as you at caring and trusting. And I wish that my condition was new but I'm old and rusted. So we just hurry up only to wait, and add to the list of all the places we hate. And I'll pretend like I've got something to say but I've got nothing.

So if I'm a liar then you're a thief. At least we both know where the other one sleeps and lets end this tonight.

So if I'm a liar then you're a thief
At least we both know where the other one sleeps and lets end this tonight

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