Jun 19, 2006 15:00
It's nighttime, and I'm fast asleep
I want a garden with an overuse of pesticides.
You can cover your words over deep
And with you, I'll sit alongside.
I've come to realize, that inside,
I can't hide.
Inside, I want to bury this.
I need to know that this still exists.
Inside, I want to forget.
I can't help running from it.
Your silhuoette.