Jan 28, 2010 04:38
Life is a carousel of colors and flavors,
some pink with sugar, others dark and sour.
We're are moving farther away from each other,
while we share the same air, share the same father.
The rattle of my nerves are driving me closer
to the edge of the earth, slip a bit lower.
Theres a constant tickle, a giggle in my throat,
so I cough a little bit, speak louder.
Lace my shoes up and tie them tight.
We're going on a joyride.
I've got my love, cigarettes, and a light.
We've been waiting for this joyride.