miércoles, 27 de enero de 2010


Fool enough to almost be it
Cool enough to not quite see it
Doomed
Pick your pockets
full of sorrow
And run away with me tomorrow
June

We'll try and
ease the pain
But somehow
we'll feel the same
Well, no one knows
Where our secrets go

I send a heart to all my dearies
When your life is so, so
dreary
Dream
I'm rumored to the straight and narrow
While the harlots of my perils
Scream


And I fail
But
when I can, I will
Try to understand
That
when I can, I will

Mother weep the years I'm missing
All our time can't be given
Back
Shut my mouth and
strike the demons
That cursed you and your reasons

Out of hand and out of season
Out of love and out of feeling
So bad


When I can, I will
Words defy the plan
When I can, I will

Fool enough to almost be it
And
cool enough to not quite see it
And old enough to always feel this
Always old,
I'll always feel this


No more
promise, no more sorrow
No longer will I
follow
Can anybody hear me?
I just want
to be me
When I can, I will
Try to understand
That when I can, I will









Because when I can, I will.



2 comentarios:

Loohan dijo...

Ah ah ah ah! Tengo ataque de ella!
Necesito la mente en otro lado yaaaaaaaaa!

Loohan dijo...

Wake me up, when february ends. Or at least, next week. Any moment past monday, please.