Solace
"art is why i get up in the morning
but my definition ends there
and it doesn't seem fair
that i'm living for something i can't even define
there you are right there
in the meantime
i don't want to play for you anymore
show me what you can do
tell me what are you here for
i want my old friends
i want my old face
i want my old mind
fuck this time and place"
looking foward to this weekend. happy hour here i come...
but my definition ends there
and it doesn't seem fair
that i'm living for something i can't even define
there you are right there
in the meantime
i don't want to play for you anymore
show me what you can do
tell me what are you here for
i want my old friends
i want my old face
i want my old mind
fuck this time and place"
looking foward to this weekend. happy hour here i come...
posted by ath at 5:57 PM
1 Comments:
ok. we need to talk. seriously. we need to sit and have long fucking talks. when we do remember to tell you about the first story I ever wrote - and my obsession with the living in clip version of Out of Habit.
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