Friday, December 3, 2010

CARDIGANS

It takes no match to give me a spark
Now I’m trying out another heart
I’ve been winding ‘bout a fresh start
I’ve found myself a good horse
Eyes burning on the quicksand
And I run it through the hollow land
I’ve fed it with a shaky hand
I found myself a strong horse
These are the promises I can keep
These are the promises I can keep
To live like I must
And ride with the dust in my face
In grace
I’ve found myself a good horse
Yes I’ve found myself a strong horse
But things remain not different then before
These are the promises I can keep
Yes these are the promises I can keep
To live like I must
And ride with the dust in my face
These are the promises I can keep
These are the promises I can keep
To live like I must
And ride with the dust in my face
In grace

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

I KNOW

I don’t know what I do wrong all the time. I try and try to have good relationships with good people but it all just seems to mean nothing. I’m always too much or too little. I wish people would say what they mean, and mean what they say. I’m tired of having to guess, and I’m tired of putting myself out there to get nothing in return. I just want to be real with someone. And i just want someone to be real with me.

SHAFTED

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Turn me around?
you can.