Monday, Oct. 27, 2003
holding on
we are dancing on the highway
smiling in the streets
kissing on the corner
throwing up in toilet bowls
holding hair out of eyes
lying on the football field
counting stars we see
drinking to forget
the mess we left at home
calling out for someone
to make us not alone
rings on our fingers
curls in our hair
make up each morning
hospital visiting for novelty value
there are the fakers & the losers
the ones who make us cry
we find the genuine people
when we're nothing more than dying
standing on the brink
and the messages you sent
promised me a good time
im holding on to that
holding on to that
holding on
barely
thissidedown at 9:37 am