weird... i'm not sure what to tthink anymore...
i'm tired all the time, and my strings are all broken and fire is all but an uncommon occurrence. living inbetween the moments of failing hour glasses and fermented gasoline. please let me dream, I'm no longer breathing anyways... sideways the whole day and lame all night. Baby. We can make our love under the stars or above our parents bedrooms. But my leg has fallen asleep, and the cramps are making every movement an incredible feat. Fear of disappointment can be debilitating or a great motivator, but for now I'll just lay motionless, waiting for the sun to explode. Then I will complain how dark it is, and how there never seems to be a light at the end of the tunnel.
Words to an untitled song that may or may not be on SAW&LOS. Probably not. It was some stream of consciousness that I mangled together for no one in particular.
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