backwards cigarette
and all the words that i'll forget
before i can even understand

an old man gave a book to me
"read it son, you'll be outta misery"
and maybe be able to stand

i refuse the reaching hand
staying down in the lower lands
where i can be by myself for a while

never thought i'd see today in a different kind of way
everything blends as it bleeds, like a painted winter sea
i still cant understand, why that women she wanted to stand
after i said "please take my chair"
she muttered "well life just isn't fair."

row my boat out into the blue
a long lasting blast my gun will shoot
the same man that ate the fruit

and if it wasn't for that sunday mass
my death would have made a bigger mess
instead i make the birds the birds digest

everything i got off of my chest.
Quote by ottoavist

i suppose there's a chance
i'm just a litte too shallow to consider
that maybe i've been a little more eager
each day to wake up and take a shower
brush my teeth and smile for the mirror
Last edited by freshtunes at Sep 27, 2009,
sounds sad, hopefully not true...
Quote by Duff_McGee
Everyone knows that the day the Metallica ends, the world ends.