Jan 15, 2007 03:54
It’s okay.
Once we find the time to run, we’ll save our skin from what we’ve become.
This is more diagnostic than definition, but shouldn’t you be the one telling me I’m wrong?
This is more my personal rendition of truth, but it makes sense, doesn’t it?
Can’t we all just get along?
The double lives I lead are wearing me down.
It’s hard enough to be the man I want to be without new friends all over town.
Stay away from me.
I might convince you I’m the one.
I told you we’re doing okay.
We’ve just got to work under a dead line.
Retell your story on a thousand different days.
Reiterate your point again, your mouth was getting in the way.
Hypotheses. Demosthenes. Your breathing - please get up.
Hypocrisy delivers me from owning up.
Stay away from me. I might convince you otherwise.