Nov 17, 2005 19:57
well I have a house
there's a home in here somewhere and
pouring water in the ground
saying there's a hole in here somewhere
I'm trying to drink you down
but there's layers I just can't work around
pouring water in the ground
with two feet in the soil
your eyes were shaped just like bullets
they tasted like summer, your smile
made me at best foolish, I lived in hope you'd
show me another