(no subject)
the time has come for colds
and overcoats.
we're quiet on the ride,
we're all just waiting to get home.
another week away,
my greatest fear.
i need the smell of summer,
i need its noises in my ears.
if looks could really kill,
then my profession would be staring.
please know we do this cause we care
and not for the thrill.
collect calls to home
to tell them that i realize
that everyone who lives
will someday die
and die alone..
and overcoats.
we're quiet on the ride,
we're all just waiting to get home.
another week away,
my greatest fear.
i need the smell of summer,
i need its noises in my ears.
if looks could really kill,
then my profession would be staring.
please know we do this cause we care
and not for the thrill.
collect calls to home
to tell them that i realize
that everyone who lives
will someday die
and die alone..