And Sometimes the Crows..
And Sometimes the Crows..
These walls are thin
almost as the lids over my eyes
the only reoccuring sound is the boonie childrens cries.
And so I say to myself, I say,
"It's all just a game,
the same game we play
when things refuse to change."
Let's pretend it's all been done before
fur coats smell like mothballs
when they're left on the floor.
What was it that the women in the peticoat cried?
.AH YES.
--- "Life's awful lonely with a fence stuck in your mind..." ---
To embellish your body is to hide the pain inside,
now the question arises,
can you embellish your pain
to make it so noone can find?
Why, I do believe we've been on this jont before
same road
different scenery
only leading to a robbed liquor store.
So, I said to the women in the peticoat
.I said.
"Tear the fence down that's stuck in your mind
and
don'tgobacktob
ed."
/ [Teh_Wit]
Stumble!
