Feb 17, 2005 10:42
You should be proud of me oh hell if you could only see
That we’re gonna grow on up to be, ah yes
We are thick as thieves
Oh love it’s a brittle madness, I sing about it in all my sadness
It’s not falsified to say that I found god
Inevitably, well it still exists pale and fine I can’t dismiss
And I won’t resist and if I die well at least I tried
still sad, but looking forward to the weekend i suppose