she is dancing on the wall, waiting for her gypsy
and so i'm sitting here listening to the bled, thinking.... this is the greatest thing ever. nothing could please me more. i'm so sore i just feel like lieing outside on the front lawn, head phones blaring, eyes closed, looking homeless but feeling sheltered. if i were homeles i'd do anything to own a cd player--steal one or something--then i'd do something else to buy cds and i'd sit on the park bench watching the world play before my eyes as i tap my toes ever so lightly on the pavement below. and with this i'll be fine. and with this i'll be happy. and with this i'll ask for nothing more.