traces of an inexplicable misfeature.
Thursday, January 12, 2006

Have I mentioned that I love the feeling
of having alcohol in my blood?
I think I did.
I love black. And I love Black. Get it?
hahaha

Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn
Ooh, and all I taught her was everything
Ooh, I know she gave me all that she wore
And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds
Of what was everything?

Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin round my head
I'm spinning, oh, I'm spinning
How quick the sun can, drop away
And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass
Of what was everything?

All the pictures have all been washed in black,

tattooed everything...
All the love gone bad turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I'll ever be

I know someday you'll have a beautiful life,
I know you'll be a star

In somebody else's sky, but why
Why, why can't it be, why can't it be mine


Cole , 3:59 AM.

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