Sunday, October 05, 2008
We've got a big mess on our hands
.
I’ve got that lefty curse
Where everything I do is flipped
And awkwardly reversed
Seldom known and barely missed
I always put myself in destructive situations
I need oxygen
To be exposed where no one goes, where no one’s been
When it all comes crashing…
.
Somebody get my phone
So I can throw it in a public pool
and watch it float as it's slowly sinking down,
Become a social ghost inside a box,
cut at the top to let some light shine in
to remind me what I’ve done and where I’ve been
When it all comes crashing…
