there are so many things in my mind spilling out
like the lasagna i was supposed to have for dinner
but just forgot to take out.
I can't remember the words i used last night to write a song
but since when do i write?
and for how long?
Don't seem to be careful I dont seem to care
how can i be so bashful?
And all i want is blue hair
Punch the eyes out and make it a mask
Now i can pretend to be
the person i can't cast
A taste of the heavens and a taste of the dirt
Will i end up in your arms someday?
or just with a guy named Kurt?
Please Believe me Please be frank
Because these are all lies i tell myself...
just to fill up my tank
So don't be afraid of what i may become
people change for the better many times
so to what may i succumb?
Created: Jan 17, 2012tippykippydippy Document Media