you're only a memory;
this isn't my identity.
quotes, lyrics, poems, passages and whatnot. a blog for unoriginal thoughts running around in Chel's head.
Showing posts with label Icon For Hire. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Icon For Hire. Show all posts
Friday, November 16, 2012
Thursday, November 15, 2012
" Crazy "
is, I believe, the medical term
when we want to recover
but we don't want to learn.
Keep breaking what's been fixed a thousand times
& gimme some more of that iodine.
I can't make reality connect -- I push till I have nothing left
But if we want to wake up, why're we still singing these lullabies?
when we want to recover
but we don't want to learn.
Keep breaking what's been fixed a thousand times
& gimme some more of that iodine.
I can't make reality connect -- I push till I have nothing left
But if we want to wake up, why're we still singing these lullabies?
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
Iodine
I run in circles till I crash -- one day these steps will be my last.
Depression is like a big fur coat;
it's made of dead things but it keeps me warm.
But if we want to wake up, why're we still singing these lullabies?
I say I wanna be happy,
I say I wanna be happy,
but I quickly forget.
Will I sabotage all the good I've got left?
Will I sabotage all the good I've got left?
Depression is like a big fur coat;
it's made of dead things but it keeps me warm.
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