meandering - funny how i can even find the words
Tuesday, September 02, 2003
i'm not good enough with words
to fill my song with fancy metaphors
and im not clever enough
to make it sound like closing a welcome home door
it's the first time you've heard it an it's something that you've heard before
filled my cup to the brim
spilled it over till the coffee stained over the floor
studied the patterns it made
couldn't find anything but was i hoping for anything more?
it's the first time you've heard it and it's something that you've heard before
i followed a star and i wished it away
stepped on the cracks when i asked you to stay
stroked a black cat, i walked under a ladder
the mirrors all smashed but does that really matter?