08-24-2012, 05:09 PM
like an eel, i sat inside my pen.
i felt no sense in sittin' here.
as i ain't got no point in nothing,
should i have bothered you again?
my wish, my wish is turnin' grey,
as dumb and relentless as you.
for what then should i crave, i thought,
but didn't know there's no such thing.
it hurts a bit when it is cold,
palms may consider this' an arthritis.
i always had a better imagination
than corny common sense. period.
i felt no sense in sittin' here.
as i ain't got no point in nothing,
should i have bothered you again?
my wish, my wish is turnin' grey,
as dumb and relentless as you.
for what then should i crave, i thought,
but didn't know there's no such thing.
it hurts a bit when it is cold,
palms may consider this' an arthritis.
i always had a better imagination
than corny common sense. period.