Hey, livejournal...
I've tied up a man and he's stepping on my thoughts
My head feels tied up with him and I'm writing with chalk
People step on the sidewalk and all my chalk is gone
People step on me and it seems all of me is gone
I'm gone and no one was ever here
No one was here but there still was a mess
The mess is unclean and unkept but it's still organized
Like me, it's not a mess but a well kept show
The show goes on and now I am the show
Now that I've trapped myself I can see it now
I've tied up myself and I'm balancing on my own thoughts
Do you know? Maybe...
*Modest Mouse - This Is A Long Drive For Someone With Nothing To Think About: Custom Concern
My head feels tied up with him and I'm writing with chalk
People step on the sidewalk and all my chalk is gone
People step on me and it seems all of me is gone
I'm gone and no one was ever here
No one was here but there still was a mess
The mess is unclean and unkept but it's still organized
Like me, it's not a mess but a well kept show
The show goes on and now I am the show
Now that I've trapped myself I can see it now
I've tied up myself and I'm balancing on my own thoughts
Do you know? Maybe...
*Modest Mouse - This Is A Long Drive For Someone With Nothing To Think About: Custom Concern