January 2010
4 posts
“You know what’s wrong with you, Miss Whoever-you-are? You’re...”
I'm fighting against it, please learn to stop...
So I Write You A Lullaby
“Give me something to believe in, a breath from the breathing. So write it down. I don’t think that I’ll close my eyes ‘cause lately I’m not dreaming. So what’s the point in sleeping? …It’s just that at night, I’ve got nowhere to hide” So I write you a lullaby, These hammers and strings been following me around. Behind passenger vans...
I don't know what to make of this new year yet