gonna turn this into a song eventually.

field layered in coffee cups;
desperate attempts.
old man wanders the park where we broke that greying swing.
a body covered in affection;
brother and sister's annniversary.
dont tell me that you would if you could -
id rather tap my own feet.
i think itll be sleep on the rocks for me.
Me likes! I juts strummed a few chords along and it sounded neat.
Strange, It seems like a character mutation, Though I have all the means, of bringing you fuckers down, I can't make myself, To destroy upon command, Somehow forgiveness, lets the evil make a loss - Danger Mouse/Sparklehorse/Wayne Coyne