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unsettledthoughts
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Country: United States
State: Illinois
Birthday: 8/14/1985
Gender: Male
Interests: i enjoy fun things and sufficient rest on a regular basis.
Expertise: i play a set of drums.
Occupation: Artist
Industry: Entertainment
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
Member Since:
7/30/2004
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| I'M TRYIN TO GO SEE THE CREED REUNION TOUR RIGHT NOW ANY TAKERS | | |
| TRUST - THE VERY ROOT OF ALL MY INSECURITIES sometimes i feel overly insignificant. i don't think that's very healthy. i expect to, someday, grow out of predicting everything in my life and just let it happen. i'm so busy constantly evaluating myself on the full scale of life that i get overwhelmed and quite exhausted with it. ...blah blah....shut up nick. just close your eyes/ ignore the smoke. | | |
| She's now my new sun.
She don't speak but somehow calls me.
Automated exchanges make us not lovers,
But feigners, we are only strangers.
Not estranged to regret,
Not estranged to what follows our faulty steps.
Ocean tides move to the voice of the moon,
Strange how we move.
How strange that I move to the voice of the moon,
Love ringing out of tune.
Regret once kept me from her door,
But every time wore off more and more.
So now we're back here,
Playing sincere with a new set of bones.
We are strange.
Not estranged to regret.
Not estranged to what follows our faulty steps.
Ocean tides move to the voice of the moon,
Strange how we move.
How strange that I move to the voice of the moon,
Love ringing out of tune.
Leave your bad limbs behind,
For they are conduits to the heart. | | |
| Before you, your mom and your dad used to, Smoke in the texas sun.
They were young once too.
And your mom she found jesus,
while your old man stepped out and drew up his veins.
It's quiet in the house of the old.
You can hear through grinding teeth, clocks taking their toll.
'Cause TIME has a MIND of its own,
like our SUN spinning around.
It wont slow for you now.
Oh I wanna catch in a song,
notes I dont hear yet.
But I will when im gone.
I've been pouring my HEART up,
up through the floor boards,
but you don't live here anymore.
Oh you wanna catch in a lens,
a color your green eyes don't see just yet.
The horsemen,
they all blow out their torches.
I can still see you shining out.
But you sleep in a bed for a giant,
while you wait for your Love to come home.
But you dont know, She's Not Coming Back.
Oh I wanna find out im wrong.
And every road leads us home.
Oh but I'll never know, 'cause I keep my eyes closed
and ONLY GO WHERE I'VE BEEN BEFORE
Oh say you dont know, if you dont. | | |
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