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

2 comments:

Scott said...

Jessica,

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 :)