Sunday, March 1, 2015

Twelve o' Two

How can I ever sleep tonight
Someone's gonna lose their life
They say don't let your worry drive
But the wheel's too fast to hold so tight

I drew a picture of my nights
If it could chase away my frights
Then I'd be drawing all the time
Telling me "Well, it just might."

He told me that he hates goodbyes
Forgetting's never been alright
He told me that he hates goodbyes
And so do I, and so do I

2 comments:

  1. I'm trying.
    I'm trying to sleep.
    But I can't
    But I can't
    When you all have
    GUNS FOR HANDS

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