Dec 15, 2005 13:34
Strapped to my hips,
And a shiny star on my vest.
Thanks to everyone who said they’d give me a ride, I’ll let
you know the time when I know the time.
Time…we used to be friends; I thought we got along so well.
Guess not.
I had all these realizations. I’m tired of putting the pieces together just
to make a picture of another broken heart and another opportunity wasted on
youth.
Let’s stop thinking for once.
Have you ever tried it…you think about what you’re not
thinking about.
Robert Smith and I have become friends since the seat next
to me opened up. He understands me.
This one is going in my book…in a better format than this.
Something with a little more spark, kind of like a ICBM.
Go home and look it up.
You'll find it between birth and death…