A song for the night...
Last night I pretended that somebody
loved me, perhaps it was a dream, but I
cant help feeling as though you were
there for me. It seems one hundred years
since I felt that close to something,
please, please love me, just like the
old days. For the seven ways I have to
turn, I know I cant feel it. In the
slow hands of time, I submit to the
incentive of the hurting and the
painless. The strict machine, the
wonderful electric, Ill follow you if
it gets me away from them. It doesnt
scare me at all, I can be as sincere as
an alarm, call out from the mountaintop
for every inch of room you take from me.
i hate it when i make testimonials for
someone and all they do is just mail
you and say "hey i love that..thanks..
blahblahfuckin'blah".. have some
respect for my tribute assholes...
that's all..
Last night I pretended that somebody
loved me, perhaps it was a dream, but I
cant help feeling as though you were
there for me. It seems one hundred years
since I felt that close to something,
please, please love me, just like the
old days. For the seven ways I have to
turn, I know I cant feel it. In the
slow hands of time, I submit to the
incentive of the hurting and the
painless. The strict machine, the
wonderful electric, Ill follow you if
it gets me away from them. It doesnt
scare me at all, I can be as sincere as
an alarm, call out from the mountaintop
for every inch of room you take from me.
want to see you everywhere! You're
everything to me! I want to be so full of
you! Yyeaah! I want you so bad.
someone and all they do is just mail
you and say "hey i love that..thanks..
blahblahfuckin'blah".. have some
respect for my tribute assholes...
that's all..