harraser
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Oct 3, 2001
- Messages
- 2,091
It's been a while.
The words dont flow so well anymore.
It's a loving relationship we have
This bottle and I,
And the booze flows down the streams That the words used to fill to the brim.
As long as the rivers arent dry...
I'm a little mixed up.
I've got a thing for impossible dreams
And a belief that hope just isnt enough.
There's a girl who's got a boy that isnt me.
The oceans are fucking with me again
And this self pity game is some perverse entertainment.
Life as usual really.
The words dont flow so well anymore.
It's a loving relationship we have
This bottle and I,
And the booze flows down the streams That the words used to fill to the brim.
As long as the rivers arent dry...
I'm a little mixed up.
I've got a thing for impossible dreams
And a belief that hope just isnt enough.
There's a girl who's got a boy that isnt me.
The oceans are fucking with me again
And this self pity game is some perverse entertainment.
Life as usual really.
