Tuesday, November 10, 2009

The end of the world as we know it.




Silly girl with the ocelot smile


I like your style, and it's been a while


Dreams of going out in guts and glory


Tell me, girl, what's your story?


Nostalgia cuts like a knife


The end of the best of your life


The lights are on, but nobody's home


Jewels and gold caress your throne


Come on down and join the crowd


Silence is golden, your voice is too loud


Hiding behind Autumns hair


Without a care, skin so fair


Wholesome yet so incomplete


458 marks the street


Summer days and winter haze


The moments are gone, but the memory stays


Turn your back on what once was


Leave the tree once to be covered in moss


Miss your friends, miss your lover


This house was like a house no other


But shit happens, shit hits the fan


Chain yourself to walls that you wish to stand


The demons wall can never fall


If only there was a chance for time to stall


Gun-raids, cop-raids and drug insanity


A piece of mind, a state of clarity


Experience is what you wanted, it's what you got


Times were hard, I'll miss it a lot


Never the same, how to move on?


I know it'll be okay before too long


Silly girl with the ocelot smile


I like your style, and it's been a while.



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