Hey, even if your world stops now,
it wouldn't mean anything. I'm sad to say,
because all splashes are ripples from the distance
--then rings of waves...
Turn them a deaf ear.
I figured it out; now I'm tired.
I'm putting my arms down and turning away.
And the sound? I'm sure there are mouths moving
but I can't hear anything. Not today...
Get it off my back.
I'm bruise-blue from all my abuses.
"She was the queen of the mistakes,"
I was told by everyone,
"Until you made her a saint."
1 | Too Soon To Laugh |
2 | Truest You |
3 | Indian Summer |
4 | Instead, He Falls |
5 | Looks Like A Mess |
6 | Love My Friends, Hate My Life |
7 | Saccharine |
8 | Los Feliz Arms |
9 | Brave But Brittle |
10 | Beethoven St. |