miles and miles of telephone poles.
Becky cloonan wrote me to assure me the lion is infact a liar
I got back online
It took some pulling all the wires out like one dividend was wrong in your check book and it threw off the whole balance, but I didn't find something wrong and I'm put back together, if you can't tell I was 'confused girls' for a minute
fights made me more friends than enemies, and probably better friends than enemies
wies decided to give me 40 hours and a 75cent raise so tommorow I have to consider if I want to call micheals and work and aditional 10-20 every week. Now would be a good time to save.
I send you letters everywhere, feeling blocked out but less afraid now and I wonder if I'll ever hear from you again. Do you still care? Of course, but have you rewritten all of my motives into something expendable. Less afraid you've grabhold of something else, but did you grabhold of something else? I was scared too, and I hope you know I was doing my best. I learned to play a sultry trumpet through sheer joy of living and finding you, and did you think your casual keys would be just a bit too boring, tame that out of me for good or make me get the fuck out of dodge and find something new. (boy can blow, he says, just alittle worn out and tired skin) and i just couldn't figure out what you wanted... I wanted to be there for you but often your expression remained blank and i was afraid my casual keys would sound too boaring, that that was tamed out of me for good and you would want something new and exciting, something minusthebear tragic, and that you'd get the fuck out of dodge, rewrite all of my motives into something more expendable. And so you still trapped in those grassy brassy green green nights when you just wanted to wonder into the forest, sit in you cabin and try think, think all of this over... BUT OH THAT DAMN TRUMPET ALWAYS PLAYING! Won't you kick out everything you love?! And I thought after all of this you weren't any different... some how you just weren't any different...
I can't go through life thinking you're an asshole, so I don't... and maybe it's better you're gone unafraid than here and me thinking you're an asshole. Slip out through the confusion like a snake skin and run through the rest of life fresh and clean and away from me like that...
Untill I forget why I don't eat apples, why my van's got a bluebird for a heart. I've got years and years and nothing broken.
I got back online
It took some pulling all the wires out like one dividend was wrong in your check book and it threw off the whole balance, but I didn't find something wrong and I'm put back together, if you can't tell I was 'confused girls' for a minute
fights made me more friends than enemies, and probably better friends than enemies
wies decided to give me 40 hours and a 75cent raise so tommorow I have to consider if I want to call micheals and work and aditional 10-20 every week. Now would be a good time to save.
I send you letters everywhere, feeling blocked out but less afraid now and I wonder if I'll ever hear from you again. Do you still care? Of course, but have you rewritten all of my motives into something expendable. Less afraid you've grabhold of something else, but did you grabhold of something else? I was scared too, and I hope you know I was doing my best. I learned to play a sultry trumpet through sheer joy of living and finding you, and did you think your casual keys would be just a bit too boring, tame that out of me for good or make me get the fuck out of dodge and find something new. (boy can blow, he says, just alittle worn out and tired skin) and i just couldn't figure out what you wanted... I wanted to be there for you but often your expression remained blank and i was afraid my casual keys would sound too boaring, that that was tamed out of me for good and you would want something new and exciting, something minusthebear tragic, and that you'd get the fuck out of dodge, rewrite all of my motives into something more expendable. And so you still trapped in those grassy brassy green green nights when you just wanted to wonder into the forest, sit in you cabin and try think, think all of this over... BUT OH THAT DAMN TRUMPET ALWAYS PLAYING! Won't you kick out everything you love?! And I thought after all of this you weren't any different... some how you just weren't any different...
I can't go through life thinking you're an asshole, so I don't... and maybe it's better you're gone unafraid than here and me thinking you're an asshole. Slip out through the confusion like a snake skin and run through the rest of life fresh and clean and away from me like that...
Untill I forget why I don't eat apples, why my van's got a bluebird for a heart. I've got years and years and nothing broken.