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| Sunday, November 13, 2005 |
| deadweight. |
i don't have the energy to vent about my particular issues... it's as if this big emotional soap opera is playing itself inside my head and i've just been trying to ignore it using alcohol, cough medicine...oh whatever the hell i can get my hands on.
i don't even know who to discuss it with. i've run through my phonebook list of friends to see who i could call but i don't think anyone could understand, especially since i don't want to have to explain the whole situation. with every gut-wrenching detail. i just don't know what to do anymore.
On a highway unpaved going my way
you're so alone today
like a ghost town I've found
there's no relief, no salt in the sea
is it true what they say
you can't behave
you gamble your soul away
measuring your dreams of this life seems
like the gristle of loneliness
don't let the sun catch ya crying
don't let the sun catch ya crying
Like an nice age nice days
on your way sipping the golden dregs
on a rip tide freaks ride
sleep inside a parasite's appetite
oh say can't ya see the chemistry
the parasites, the cleanup fee
death leather hands recycled cans
get well cards to the hostage vans
don't let the sun catch ya crying
don't let the sun catch ya crying
You're a deadweight right straight
on your way sunk in the midnight shade
skies burn eyes turn
learning to counterfeit their disease
in this town where we roam
we bluff our souls on canteen patios
drink the greatest draft
the music drags the music drags the music drags...
don't let the sun catch ya crying
don't let the sun catch ya crying
deadweight by beck |
posted by maldita @ 3:55 AM
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