art (famouslastw0rds) wrote, @ 2003-11-05 22:30:00

Current mood:	cranky
Current music:	thrice-in the years to come

My lungs will take you forgranted
Yeah, today i thought i was going to go see a movie but my ride had other plans but he said why not fri. tiffany might go fri which i really hope she can. im really bored so i thought id enter an entry and whatnot then go to bed. tomorrow im going to do all my make up work for history and whatnot. oh yeah i hate when people blame others for their Own mistakes and their Own problems. if you dont wanna hear my advice put your fucking ear muffs on.


I want to take the bullet,The one aimed straight for your heart.I want to meet the wovles half way,And let them tear me apart.But that's not the way they do it here.I want to lay on the tracks,Feel hot steel screaming at me.Expose the bones on my back,Let me show you what i mean.Yeah, it's a different kind of love.I want to climb barb wire fences,And warm our hands in blood.And this is my gift,Asking you to fix my ruined hands.And it's a gift that keeps on giving,And right now it's all i have to give.I want to write the perfect song,And play it just for you,While you are tangeled up in sleep.I need you more than i'll ever know.Until i stop breathing,My lungs will take you for granted

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