Lyrics....

[feren]

I saw these today while skimming an archive. They made me think of people in my past, a person in my present, and what the future may hold....

Rain falls angry on the tin roof
As we lie awake in my bed
You're my survival, you're my living proof
My love is alive not dead
Tell me that we belong together
Dress it up with the trappings of love
I'll be captivated I'll hang from your lips
And stand at the gallows of heartache, that hang from above

I'll be your crying shoulder
I'll be love suicide
I'll be better when I'm older
I'll be the greatest fan of your life

Comments

Re: No, really

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More Filling, Tastes Bitter.

I am the anti-Miller Lite.