Dec 18, 2009 01:47
Suddenly, this song (I've known for four years) makes sense:
"It's gotten to be that way,
(Going, going, gone.)
What did you do today?
(Going, going, gone.)
[...]
Your face is scarred with age,
You're twenty-three, but how can that be?
Still hooked on cellophane,
Killing time with Gin and lime.
Each second numbs the pain,
Love's just another rhyme.
[...]
There's nowhere,
To move on."