travino
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Real Astrology

The hits keep coming...


I was laying on the floor when you were gone
Like it was something I could die from
Now my head aches and your friends all think I'm dumb
You said it's just a bit of bad blood

I don't feel great but it doesn't bother me
Because I don't have the energy
And the x-ray doesn't tell me anything
Or show me what the hell you see in me

All my time has turned to days
That I will waste till my dying day
And all my bones have realigned
And now I guess it was a bad sign

I was praying to the lord for some fun
But I guess he didn't have some
And betraying everything that I'd become
Just to prove it wasn't true love
If I'm too late will you come and hurry me
Like a kid among the dying leaves
If my heart breaks will you drug and carry me
Where we can talk about our chemistry

All my time has turned to days
That I will waste till my dying day
And all my bones have realigned
And now I guess it was a bad sign
And now I guess it was a bad sign




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