Tuesday, October 18, 2005, 12:00 PM
a Mark a Mission a Brand a ScarHands down you win.
Rapid hope loss its all im left with.
As lovers go, so do you.
I'll
carry this picture of our happier days.
It's now a
ghost of a good thingAm i missing?
The
morning calls you used to give.
I'll
bend and not break for you.
Don't
carve your heart out yourselfhey girlI'll take good care of you.
Life could be
so beautifulBut
this old wound, it's there.
if you can't leave it be, might as well make it bleedThere's
several ways to die tryingIt's
the end of an anchorCos im losing grip too.
We're blowing far off course.
My "dashboard confessionl album" song
=> let’s doodle