73/365 - The Copyrights - "Second Hearse Same as the First"
Pick up the phone and call in dead to work
If you never go back, I promise it won't hurt
Don't give tomorrow another look
Rip up your license burn your checkbook
Just wish I could let myself off the hook
Then I'd pick up the phone
Pick up the phone, and we'll be gone
Scrape up the stone to know it'll be alright
If you don't know where you're gonna sleep tonight
But you know, it's all within your reach
Go outside, lay your heart on the street
If only I could practice what I preach
We used to think, that now we know better
Today we realize that we only know worse
And we're dreaming, if we're thinking
It's gonna get better on its own before the hearse
I am so demanding and difficult because I want to crumble and fall apart before them so that they will love me even though I am no fun, lying in bed, crying all the time, not moving. Depression is all about If you loved me you would.
I know, its been more than three months since I posted anything. Winter tends to kill my ambition. But winter is over, and I'm back at it. For the both of you who care, here is my first post of the year. Enjoy.
