"Baked. Like A Muffin. " Classic Lindsey, classic.

[wornbyignorance]

So, I'm back in the Chi-Town. Its Monday night and I'm sleepy.
My voicemail is being lame and telling me I need a password. Fucking Cingular.
Found some funny ass Crash 33 flyers. What a ridiculous concept we were.

New Years up in the air.
Not feeling the Dekalb New Year, even tho there is a party at my house.
Chi new years a must.

-Back on

Black room, white floors.
Blood on the table
Call out 1,2,3,4
Give me more
Give me more
I want more
Give me more
Give me more

Broken up, everything. Not just me.
Time check ticking back
Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick
Something else
Something missed
Besides self
Besides this

I've fought my way out of worse.
Cant break this curse.
Fuck it hurts.

Broken up, everything. Not just me.
Tick, tick, tick, tick.

I dunno what the hell that was.
I just wrote the guitar right now and that spilled out.
Hmh. Whatever.