Mar 02, 2005 22:03
It's been ever so, ever so, grey.
I come here from time to time.
Every place that I go reminds me of you, you know.
I'm asking alot.
If I seem to be serious, I'll cut it out.
Because you know it's a simple game that you play.
You think no one understands.
No one understands.
Driveway, just get on the interstate.
And slip through this closing gate.
The days I recall being wonderful.
But in a place like this, a ghost like me, might find a way to disappear.
It's seems the more I dream, the less I want to sleep.
Sympathy, honesty, God knows I'm trying.................
Too smart, too sick, too weak to settle down.
Signing off.