Post by sonofsamo on Mar 8, 2005 16:26:01 GMT -5
watch the highway. wash the girls,
these, your fullbloodheart days. in that sitcom dust of rawhide
still, stainless man is around, his glass a set in itself,
with oleanders in mind and stink on clothes, no lie.
green wizard, you fell on the grass one time
and lost the sheen of your white
who cares
if the day was worth purity
and if the purity became a sin itself
an exercise in vanity, you won lost
so share the spoils, four leaf clover me
and if im shirtless, pull wings down over me
if im lonely, walk away.
and if i tell you i want to die, i meant someday.
these, your fullbloodheart days. in that sitcom dust of rawhide
still, stainless man is around, his glass a set in itself,
with oleanders in mind and stink on clothes, no lie.
green wizard, you fell on the grass one time
and lost the sheen of your white
who cares
if the day was worth purity
and if the purity became a sin itself
an exercise in vanity, you won lost
so share the spoils, four leaf clover me
and if im shirtless, pull wings down over me
if im lonely, walk away.
and if i tell you i want to die, i meant someday.