18 July 2004

compromise
no no there's nobody new; these streets look the same; but when i close my eyes i see daisy's and hot, home-made-apple-pie; dont go if you feel like it; im hardly awake tonight...

i wont kill myself over thoughts of regret; i dont measure up to the gross national debt; and so what if i get stupid over grrrls; im not even sure but she makes me feel stoopid tonight...

i wont stay awake
spill my bottle where i lay
and dream myself into decadent sleep