Just how long before this goes down?
Bits & Pieces
Saturday, June 23, 2007
Trackspin: Tool - Jambi.
Everything I do, I do it wrong.
Every word I say, doesn't seem to hold much meaning.
Every action doesn't seem sincere.
The world has gone to sleep.
The nocturnals have awaken.
The hour of passing for troubled minds and troubled hearts.
No greater sin then neglect of a loved one.
No greater love than living your life to it's fullest.
Nothing that can go wrong, yet everything goes wrong.
The phone drops dead, the lover asleep.
Now all tucked away warmly, counting her sheep.
The other half of whom stays awake and sober.
Relives the pain with the words of the other.
got around to thinking @ 2:17 AM
Everything I do, I do it wrong.
Every word I say, doesn't seem to hold much meaning.
Every action doesn't seem sincere.
The world has gone to sleep.
The nocturnals have awaken.
The hour of passing for troubled minds and troubled hearts.
No greater sin then neglect of a loved one.
No greater love than living your life to it's fullest.
Nothing that can go wrong, yet everything goes wrong.
The phone drops dead, the lover asleep.
Now all tucked away warmly, counting her sheep.
The other half of whom stays awake and sober.
Relives the pain with the words of the other.
got around to thinking @ 2:17 AM
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