terça-feira, junho 03, 2008

Don't know you right about now.

I don’t know where to look, keep counting minutes like I was about to die. Every breath I took was more like a smile denied. I saw you walking down that lovely shrine I built for you in my mind, you slash my hope into a little sushi crime, and all sort out lunatic style.

I feel your hand is waving something, I don’t know if you’re friendly, you look like a girl I used to know, but now you seem terribly cute, and I didn’t know you that way.

There you go with that crazy arcade look, like you had to win it all, you kept wining me all night and never claimed the prize, you sound a maniac depressed girl, slept deprived.

Close your eyes, tomorrow you’ll be able to conquer them all.