Tuesday, May 22, 2007

Lonely Sailors have all the fun.

One time I wrote like a lonely sailor
But I can't find him anymore
And I might throw you a rope when you're able
Able to walk me to my own door.
Distractions are easily taken away
I learned to subtract on my first day of school
But you've proven harder to remove and delay
So I'll just be true.

Convincing myself that my actions are right
Even though down inside I know different
Oh how can I change after twenty one years?
Dismay is still sticking.

And these things I have and hold and wash
Away the day was real and hot
And I was nothing far between
The greenest side of the other green
I hope you know how much that means.

Thursday, May 17, 2007

Tuesday, May 8, 2007