| 2 1/2 weeks of school left |
[May. 29th, 2005|04:32 pm] |
EDWIN McCAIN LYRICS
"I'll Be"
The strands in your eyes that color them wonderful
Stop me and steal my breath
Emeralds from mountains thrust toward the sky
Never revealing their depth
Tell me that we belong together
Dress it up with the trappings of love
I'll be captivated
I'll hang from your lips
Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above
[Chorus:]
I'll be your crying shoulder
I'll be love's suicide
I'll be better when I'm older
I'll be the greatest fan of your life
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
Instead of the gallows of heartache, that hang from above
[Repeat Chorus]
I've been dropped out, burned up, fought my way back from the dead
Tuned in, turned on, Remembered the things that you said
[Repeat Chorus]
Been doing nuthin lately, worked for 8 hours last night til fucken 1 in the morning, 1 more week than i am giving paul my 2 weeks. Then i start my other job which will be a hell of alot funner than this shit. Can't wait, Tent'n out, almost finished a little hang out spot down in the back yard. Luke is getting the boff'n team togehter. Luke and his friend came up with a good team name. It sounded cool but i couldn't remeber what it was. I was supposed to do something with the guys today but i am still zonked like hell. I can't even think i am so fucken tired. But yeah, hopefully me and the guys can finish the hang out spot tommorw, i'm sure drew will help, he's always a help. Gotta hang out and chill in the grave yard with garrett and drew and whoever else. But yeah i gotta go leave for work. Later. |
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| Lay back and forget it all |
[May. 25th, 2005|04:45 pm] |
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Stress, No fun, work, homework, finals, college. I need a freek'n bone to be thrown to me, seriously! I hate all of this stuff that i am doing and its stressing me out beyond belief. I just wanna say fuck it all and just seriously stop going to school and work until i have all this shit off my chest. But if i do that then life will be fucked up and i hate it. I hate how society and life works and its all bullshit, lets go back to the good ole days where it was easy to steal shit and we didn't have high tech. shit like guns. That way alot of these stupid people that are dicks can die because of their stupidity, yeah, they'll die of diseases and stuff. Jerks, I CAN'T GO TO THE CONCERT THIS SATURDAY CAUSE OF WORK! THIS SUCKS! I've wanted to go to another concert with drew, garret and patrick but noooooooooo i have to work. I fucken hate work, school, and anything else that puts stress on my back. Later.
PS: Yeah this is me bitching, get over it if you don't like it. |
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