you're the box of matches
and I fumble for a grip
the self proclaimed lush
why do I always like the girls that are no good for me? I need to move on, at least for a little while....but I don't know if I can
in some one else's words, I'm playing with fire
so as I drink in the early afternoon....the diner redoux
I'm so fucking tired...today has been so long
its 3 am, and I want more than coffee, but the 2 35 in change in my pocket reminds me thats all I'm getting.
Candi seems a nice enough girl. Busting her ass for change. its hard to be on the night shift.
Roots showing up long ago she still has a smile for those around her, even if it doesn't quite toch her eyes...I wonder what shes going through. She can't be much older than 20, maybe 22.
Damn, my last cigerette. Someone will bum me one in a little bit, but I hate to bum a smoke. I'm to damn pround for my own good.
why does it have to be so fucking cold outside?
I wish there was a way for me to stand above the other drunks....its not all fucking green pastures here either.
I suck at makeing a first move, to proud yet to insecure at the same time, I wonder who has a theroy for that one.
this much coffee gives me heart burn. shes kinda cute with her random strands of hair faming her face
writting doesn't help anymore....I need to go home, these floresnt lights don't make my head feel anybetter, nor the neon from the door
this much coffee isn't good for me
I've been gone to long
and I fumble for a grip
the self proclaimed lush
why do I always like the girls that are no good for me? I need to move on, at least for a little while....but I don't know if I can
in some one else's words, I'm playing with fire
so as I drink in the early afternoon....the diner redoux
I'm so fucking tired...today has been so long
its 3 am, and I want more than coffee, but the 2 35 in change in my pocket reminds me thats all I'm getting.
Candi seems a nice enough girl. Busting her ass for change. its hard to be on the night shift.
Roots showing up long ago she still has a smile for those around her, even if it doesn't quite toch her eyes...I wonder what shes going through. She can't be much older than 20, maybe 22.
Damn, my last cigerette. Someone will bum me one in a little bit, but I hate to bum a smoke. I'm to damn pround for my own good.
why does it have to be so fucking cold outside?
I wish there was a way for me to stand above the other drunks....its not all fucking green pastures here either.
I suck at makeing a first move, to proud yet to insecure at the same time, I wonder who has a theroy for that one.
this much coffee gives me heart burn. shes kinda cute with her random strands of hair faming her face
writting doesn't help anymore....I need to go home, these floresnt lights don't make my head feel anybetter, nor the neon from the door
this much coffee isn't good for me
I've been gone to long