Oct 17, 2004 14:17
There's a rumbly in my tumbly, and you caused it.
Glitter eyes and high heeled shoes, I never knew how cold it get's when it rains inside. My mind is raining and the sun is shinning outside, the wind is blowing and my hair has a mind of it's own, mind of it's own, I guess my heart has a mind of it's own, it's tired of being sent straight to jail after Pennsylvania Ave. do not pass go, do not collect 200 dollars, just run with your eyes closed and hope you don't trip on common sense. Something I've always lacked, something that always seems to catch me in the end, right before I get to home base.