I got a DSL window to your soul, but apparently your server is fucked...

Apr 29, 2004 08:41

my head has been aching since
we all smoked last night
everyone in a band, most of them in mine
a table of those who understand
why I have been faltering in all aspects of life
that don't involve a guitar and a mike
when I visit your real world I feel the bile rise
all the superficial girls and their harsh eyes
could stand to learn a thing or two from life
like when harshness is neccesary, and when to sheave your knife
and then there is her, so hated and faded from memory and yet
I would still give her the opportunity of a frontpage death
perhaps not, maybe I just want contact
so I can continue to lash back,
to give her the acid tongue that she gave me
to give her harsher action than bad poetry
but maybe
just maybe
I don't know what to do
I just know that I am through
with my life as it was only recently
and that the internet seems to be losing me
except for this few rare friends from all four corners
san fransisco, DC, detroit, new york,
in all honesty though, fuck chicago.
I'm done with the norm, I'm breaking the pattern
I'm not "wired anymore"
my band is all that matters
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