Thursday, November 13, 2008
In Between Bottom & Hell with a Garden Trowel
I can't help but feel like I'm dying, or dead rather. There's nothing for me here. I'm just waiting for the flesh to decay, wasting away in this empty and depressing box. And instead of just letting the earth consume me, I have to express what little I am still able to feel in an alternative way.
Going to Chicago
You and I, we’ve got aspirations
And a windy city invitation
What’s keeping us here, what’s there to offer
But emotional dead ends and homes that falter
Let’s go together, let’s flee this city
Let’s make our way out of mediocrity
Let’s do it right now, let’s make our stand
Out to the unknown, hearts in each other’s hands
What will happen if we drift apart
Who will have a better brand new start
When will we ever see each other again
Why dwell on what has not yet been
Let’s go together, let’s flee this city
Let’s make our way out of mediocrity
Let’s do it right now, let’s make our stand
Out to the unknown, hearts in each other’s hands
And a windy city invitation
What’s keeping us here, what’s there to offer
But emotional dead ends and homes that falter
Let’s go together, let’s flee this city
Let’s make our way out of mediocrity
Let’s do it right now, let’s make our stand
Out to the unknown, hearts in each other’s hands
What will happen if we drift apart
Who will have a better brand new start
When will we ever see each other again
Why dwell on what has not yet been
Let’s go together, let’s flee this city
Let’s make our way out of mediocrity
Let’s do it right now, let’s make our stand
Out to the unknown, hearts in each other’s hands
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