Saturday, November 7, 2009

Some say "our hair is in our eyes" - Some say "we're out of our little minds"

I wake up with the best intentions for happiness. Always. Jump out of bed. Do a kart wheel. Skip to the loo. Some days, my best intentions fall short.

Today is one of those days.

Playgrounds are graveyards
And all of our scars are permanent, permanent
There's no placement for places
I'll always love you, you're mine
Numb is the new high, old memories die out
'Till nothing and nowhere is golden