standing in line for something to happen

like tragedy you spell out somethings in the sand, i can't keep grasping for straws, you know. wouldn't want to anyway, i hope that's clear i hope that's clear was that unclear at some point?

you make majesty of moments and i can count, on a thousand hands, the way you amaze me and then tear, tear me down.

i'm not sure, really, what you're looking for here or how you think this is all supposed to go, but my gues is haven't htought at all, haven't thought at all, you just love, get such a kick, from breaking backs, and you're breaking mine breaking me but what a waste you'd be this way and think it made a difference. you can't hurt him now, you know, and i've never even met the man you're trying to destroy, but does that, does that make it any better? you blow perfection on half-cocked plots to take back over yourself and i could tell you how
i would tell you how if only you'de give a listen.

maybe that's what this isn't about. maybe tha'ts the problem at all, isn't it? you're like a hurricane for miracle watchers and you wash, wash everything precious about you away.

i'll wait only as long as it takes.

2003-12-08 | 7:42 p.m.
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