Jul 03, 2006 22:50
**knocks will echo from our front doors and smiling men holding white jackets will take us away
**and for some reason, we'll be smiling madly thinking they're angels.
**padded rooms, no harm can come now. would you be my cell mate?
**yeahhh. we will have glassy pages all over the walls.
**and only one tiny window, which will annihilate the shadows, and make our cell a starry heaven.