Thursday, Nov. 27, 2003
ry rys song
theres a woman sitting in a motel room
counting minutes and seconds
adding to her list of 'one hour loves'
shes tired but the new will do
she'll replace the body
his friends are good for bang-bang
an amiable hobby
hes got a secret
just keep it and sleep with it
he cant believe a thing youve said
'we're going nowhere'
'...Fair is fair'
the way you play with lives
is such a big disguise
we swear that
were not gonna take it
the way you play with lives
is such a big disguise
we swear
were not running naked
theres a man sitting in a motel
waiting for a hooker that he never applied for
or is it even her?
just when it's perfect
it's finite
he called it
he said he's sober
it's over
so long
i burn the lamp
i burn when i do everything i do for you
its like being caught in the blade
i hate you
and i guess it's nothing new for you
thissidedown at 6:54 pm