Jan 02, 2008 07:31
Crash course in burning out
I said I'd never be the kind
So stuck in glory days
They forget to let dead bury their own.
So what is this that's trying to slow me down?
Feels like the dead weight of all our broken promises
And every stillborn declaration carried too far too long.
I remember the songs the saved me.
And the words that came so easy.
And the pulpits that sprang up beneath our feet.
And it never even crossed our minds the words could ever be wrong.
All that confidence wasted on the young.
We tapped that vein and bled it dry.
Now nothing fits (yeah but what ever did?)
We always thought that we had time.
To let the dead bury their own.
We always thought that we had time.
- Cursed
It has been a few so... Happy new year to anyone that cares to try and make the best of another one. Things are good except for the fact that the new recordings are still not fucking done. Sunday maybe, shit I don't know. It was good to see everyone in Tyler this New Years Eve. I got myself pretty drunk and laughed at John Gable quite a bit. He was truly kickin' ass. Truly he was. Have a nice short rest of the week and remember to enjoy your weekends. Don't be a stick in the mud!