i'm already homesick. sad thing is i've been here a week. but i get to go home next friday but i have to fly back to colorado on sunday. i wish someone would tell me a little story. just the smallest of one. and i think judas is mad at me. sorry i don't know what i did. but i'm sorry.
of the map where the wild things grow
another world outside my door.
here i stand i'm all alone
driving down the pitch black road
lilah your my only home
and i can't make it on my own.
your a bed time story.
the one that keeps the curtains closed.
and i hope your waiting for me
cause i can't make own
i fucking love morphine.
of the map where the wild things grow
another world outside my door.
here i stand i'm all alone
driving down the pitch black road
lilah your my only home
and i can't make it on my own.
your a bed time story.
the one that keeps the curtains closed.
and i hope your waiting for me
cause i can't make own
i fucking love morphine.