the sky is grey
the sand is grey
and the ocean is grey
and i feel right at home
in this stunning monochrome
alone in my way
i smoke and i drink
and every time i blink
i have a tiny dream
but as bad as i am
i'm proud of the fact
that i'm worse than i seem
what kind of paradise am i looking for?
i've got everything i want and still i want more
maybe some tiny shiny thing
will wash up on the shore
you walk through my walls
like a ghost on tv
you penetrate me
and my little pink heart
is on its little brown raft
floating out to sea
and what can i say
but i'm wired this way
and you're wired to me
and what can i do
but wallow in you
unintentionally
what kind of paradise am i looking for?
i've got everything i want and still i want more
maybe some tiny shiny key
will wash up on the shore
regretfully
i guess i've only got three
simple things to say:
why me?
why this now?
why this way?
with overtones ringing
undertow抯 pulling away
under a sky that is grey
on sand that is grey
by an ocean that's grey
what kind of paradise am i looking for?
i've got everything i want
and still i want more
maybe some tiny shiny key
will wash up on the shore.
Grey by Ani DiFranco.
URGH.
Monday, February 2, 2009
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emo shithead is still shitheaddy.
You know you love me.=P
It's YOUR fault. Kyuun bheja gaana?=P
i knew it.
mani passes on his emoness then blames people for taking it.
Hahahaha Mani CAUGHT.
I wasn't commenting on her emoness.
I was commenting on her shitheaded-ness, the levels of which are VERY HIGH.
Shithead.
I am not a shithead. =(
you know you've misspelt subconscious right?
Yes. I realised it ages ago. Too lazy to correct it. Thanks though. =P
hahahaha shit so emo. =p
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