Nov 07, 2005 15:15
I suppose i'm wrong.
Something tells me we will stay friends.
I guess that's what I get for wanting more.
Being faced with what I'm faced with I feel
Like I can't rock
Like a rock hit my heart
Started to chain the day
And exploded into pieces
I've got a feeling in my gut now fills me
With so much hope
Said fuck it I'm fine
Dine and dashed
The pianist peddled into morning, morning.