Old News...
Okay. This is, like... sort of an anniversary edition, almost. I'm not sure how to feel about all this, exactly.
Skinny little girl, bundled up against the cold.
And your lover draws near, for to rescue and to hold.
You wore your wedding dress, you wore your ring.
At my funeral...
And goddamn I feel like shit, but I feel like dancing.
I kind of feel like crying in the rain.
Trying to keep warm in a snow storm, at least there I'd know for sure I was out of place.
I'm planting all my roses in gravel, I'm naming all the books I'll never write
But I just keep walking, down to somewhere that feels right
White toothed little girl, smile the color of the christmas snow
Her lips, they part to speak, red as the advent rose
I was sitting on a cloud, I didn't bother looking down
Bless you in sickness and bless you in health, but I won't keep a bit-
I won't forgive myself
Bored walking around this town, and I wanna try flying
But when I see the stars it fills my heart with fear
It seemed like a good idea, with my feet here on the ground
But if I had wings, I confess I'd just be scared.
I bury all my treasures in rivers,
When I go to dig them up, they've gone down stream
So I just keep walking, humming "life is but a dream"
Skinny little girl, I like to think about if you knew...
All the love I could've gave to you
Missed my chance, must have blinked
When our dramatic scene was playing
And goddamn! I feel like dancing.
But I kind of feel like crying in the rain.
It's like I'm trying to keep warm in a snow storm
At least there I'd know for sure I was out of place.
I'm planting all my roses in gravel, I'm naming all the books I'll never write
But I just keep walking,
I just keep walking
I just keep walking, down to somewhere that feels right
Skinny little girl, bundled up against the cold.
And your lover draws near, for to rescue and to hold.
You wore your wedding dress, you wore your ring.
At my funeral...
And goddamn I feel like shit, but I feel like dancing.
I kind of feel like crying in the rain.
Trying to keep warm in a snow storm, at least there I'd know for sure I was out of place.
I'm planting all my roses in gravel, I'm naming all the books I'll never write
But I just keep walking, down to somewhere that feels right
White toothed little girl, smile the color of the christmas snow
Her lips, they part to speak, red as the advent rose
I was sitting on a cloud, I didn't bother looking down
Bless you in sickness and bless you in health, but I won't keep a bit-
I won't forgive myself
Bored walking around this town, and I wanna try flying
But when I see the stars it fills my heart with fear
It seemed like a good idea, with my feet here on the ground
But if I had wings, I confess I'd just be scared.
I bury all my treasures in rivers,
When I go to dig them up, they've gone down stream
So I just keep walking, humming "life is but a dream"
Skinny little girl, I like to think about if you knew...
All the love I could've gave to you
Missed my chance, must have blinked
When our dramatic scene was playing
And goddamn! I feel like dancing.
But I kind of feel like crying in the rain.
It's like I'm trying to keep warm in a snow storm
At least there I'd know for sure I was out of place.
I'm planting all my roses in gravel, I'm naming all the books I'll never write
But I just keep walking,
I just keep walking
I just keep walking, down to somewhere that feels right
posted by 'Connell at 9:42 PM
2 Comments:
I so wrote a comment for this the other night... what happened to it? Regardless, call me, we need to discuss.
I wrote a song for you: "Why the fuuuuuuuuuuuck haven't you called me, why the fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck don't ya ring? Why the fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck don't ya call me? Or I will be forced to make Hillsdale fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuucking plans without you." It's sort of a ballad.
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