Aug 03, 2005 13:05
you've been so long
your blind eyes are gone
your old bones are on their own
so take off your coat
put a song in your throat
let the dead beats pound all around
we will go
nowhere we know
we dont have to talk at all
hand me downs
flypaper towns
stuck together
one and all
the bargains you drive
buckets and bags
and all your belongings
your train's in the sand
ramshackle land
let the rats watch the races
we will go
nowhere we know
we dont need to talk at all
hand me downs
flypaper towns
stuck together
one and all
praises get spent
your trick face is bent
pigsties and prizes
cause there's no kind of well
you're suiting yourself
you leave yourself behind
we will go
nowhere we know
we dont need to talk at all
hand me downs
fly paper towns
stuck together
one and all.
i feel like i could die. i wont. i shant! but my body is seized by such foolish feeling.
i need to do my homework. i need to sleep for a while. stop being so womanly and useless.