| Current mood: |  uncomfortable |
| Current music: | Coheed and Cambia-"The Crowning" |
When it comes to matters of the heart, you’re heartless
When the gravel turns to oil, was it your intention to be part of it all, or to never take part at all? And now you wont be bothered, but it was never my intention to push you away...away. So light the torches and turn the ringer off, lets get back, yeah we gotta get back to where we once belonged. Be what may... be what may. So light the torches and turn the ringer off, lets get back yeah get gotta get back to where we once belonged. This hunt is for something worthwhile to make us stick, well our goal is getting fuzzy. And our hopes are running dry. Its all a matter of finding the other half of your brain and the whole of your heart. So these optimistic songs we hear mean nothing at all. Because things will never be okay this way. They will NEVER be okay this way. Be what may. So scrimp and save and blow your fingernails dry, and some of the guilt away. But, you know that he's coming...you know that he's coming. Be what may.-Cruiserweight
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