Monday, October 03, 2005

Another time

I know, I know - I just keep posting lyrics. But I keep getting these words stuck in my head, and my own thoughts are too scattered to put into my own words right now. There are things I wish I could write, things I wish I could tell you. Wish I was better at expressing myself, thank God for music.

Sorrow drips into your heart through a pinhole
Just like a faucet that leaks and there is comfort in the sound
But while you debate half empty or half full
It slowly rises, your love is gonna drown


Scott said...


It sounds like you need to come up here to Washington State. I can take your mind off the stuff that is bugging you. :)

Nervous Girl said...

Scott, you are sweet :)