Tuesday, April 3, 2012



Cracked this morning worst and weak
Tears roll down from inside my cheek
Strange timing Oppurtunity knocks
Sun comes up, paradox
Take the whole part out this wine
Take a rope and tie these thoughts of mine down
Until I’m fine

Don’t ask me if I’m hungry
I’m not sick
Somethings tearing me up
Brick by brick

And I feel guilty as I sigh
I’m feeling guilty
Why do I?

Take your hands out of mine
Take a rope and tie these thoughts of mine down
Until I’m fine

Cracked this morning worse and sad
Or have I already told you that
Forget my plans to grow a vine
You wern’t dressed to burn these thoughts of mine
Until I’m fine
Until I’m fine

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