Why'd I hide it
Yeah that kind of riot
When you sigh and the silence shrieks louder than verbs and
And the direction the affection takes then
Pressures the perfectionist in-
To layman's ways of saying 'let's be friends'
So the road is fired up though you know the tire's cut
And the stereo it plays 'here we go'
It makes eerie tones
They come oh straight from
Thursday, August 16, 2012