Give me your reason, give me your rhyme
So I can tempo me to your time,
So I can scratch your surface and be
A deeper part of the mystery.
To be undone, to be alone
To live life in monotone.
I reach the beach and try to ignore
The warning I'd known long before
Friday, March 16, 2007
spring breakin'
We're salvaging these fleeting days of freedom. Small group next week? Figured not much going on this week, but I had to make a statement: It's better to burn out than fade away.
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