things suck
Chris...you are my inspiration ;)
Kitchen grief:
When will it end
These emotions stir crazy
My heart has been tossed
In a glass bowl
And marinates
A bowl of thoughts and seasoned blood and cerrebellum juice
And a longing to be where I used to be
Back in myself
But I've been disguarded
Covered in tin foil and set in the
ice
box
Oh, you'll take me out
But only to get the tin foil
And use it on some little kid's homemade halloween costume
No. I'm not even in the kitchen
ice
box
I'm in the garage
ice
box
With the night crawlers and beer
The moldy thoughts have become my best friend
The blood keeps my warm at night
I must do it
You look at me
Don't like what you see
You judge me
I slide down headfirst
The garbage disposal is my salvation
Hollar, noggas!
Jenna :)
Kitchen grief:
When will it end
These emotions stir crazy
My heart has been tossed
In a glass bowl
And marinates
A bowl of thoughts and seasoned blood and cerrebellum juice
And a longing to be where I used to be
Back in myself
But I've been disguarded
Covered in tin foil and set in the
ice
box
Oh, you'll take me out
But only to get the tin foil
And use it on some little kid's homemade halloween costume
No. I'm not even in the kitchen
ice
box
I'm in the garage
ice
box
With the night crawlers and beer
The moldy thoughts have become my best friend
The blood keeps my warm at night
I must do it
You look at me
Don't like what you see
You judge me
I slide down headfirst
The garbage disposal is my salvation
Hollar, noggas!
Jenna :)