Three Frogs on a Log
bluejourneyman
Posts: 421
It is 7:00 A.M.-
Sunday,
Morning.
What the fuck have
I been thinking?
I have been drunk
with hate.
I am still green;
I want to scream!
How did I wake
up this way?
Time is hate,
I will never escape.
Look what you put
me through.
Do not feel like using
Your explanation point.
Date? Fate?
Expiration date?
Never! Fuck with
me again
Makes me masturbate,
Again.
Do not fuck with
Me, again!
Sunday,
Morning.
What the fuck have
I been thinking?
I have been drunk
with hate.
I am still green;
I want to scream!
How did I wake
up this way?
Time is hate,
I will never escape.
Look what you put
me through.
Do not feel like using
Your explanation point.
Date? Fate?
Expiration date?
Never! Fuck with
me again
Makes me masturbate,
Again.
Do not fuck with
Me, again!
Can't you see that there's light in the dark.
Nothing's quite what it seems in the city of dreams.
(Wolfmother)
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Grand Rapids 2006
Nothing's quite what it seems in the city of dreams.
(Wolfmother)
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Grand Rapids 2006
0