Oct 10, 2005 21:45
this place is a wet october mess and im stuck in a sea of leaves
crushed underneath shuffling shoes
the dried remnants of a dead summer lay in the streets
it isn't much but they are making due
walk down st.ides avenue, picking apart the words of a friend
said in a sea of vodka
you cant quite remember why but you wanting to make ammends
just made it a bigger problem
all pretension
and no affection
what are you gonna do?
a slight addiction
has no conviction
i'll show you what im gonna do
end of autumn and the snow is beginning to make its home
still on st.ides avenue
cant get the words out of my head, now in my bones
but i dont want them to
swimming in a sea of vodka