change on the way heart sized fitting room closed until further notice.
roots in a field of buds horns with blood weep for their sisters until next spring the next bounce the next bloom
i believe in you chillin' on Watkin's street fading way into next week falling at the knees oh i'm weak will be here till next week after that no guarantees
i think about that cloud from time to time wondering if it made it home safely
they only love me when i produce putting a message together stringing days together with a meaning writing, words don't come when you call, trapped inside a podium waiting for a speech. here is it goes; i'm doing my best fuck off
all based on the truth i believed to be true but it's true just to me only the truth to me makes it everyone else's thought they'll tell it to the next make it gossip words flowin' like a faucet not my truth is your food for thought starving from my own process now this… Continue reading 50 on rotten tomatoes
trouble shooting worldwide they never handed out tour guides but they should come and save it if you could up to no-good losing memories like my childhood now we livin' bedside sippin' tea, horrified.
chances are the me you knew yesterday is gone; shifted learned something new experienced something different saw something unique he might still walk and breathe the same the tree you walk past everyday you wouldn't notice it everyday but a new leaf sprouted founded on yesterday
i can hear you yet i can't see you cheer you on from a distance but i can't see you the boxed prison: passed down and down the one you've seen in books long ago didn't believe it existed yet here it is; still around i know you are there and i see you
this hurts everything everyone's pain shattered glass through a weakened heart; only so long before the world fires back what will be left to call home if if it ever was