The People's Exhibit A (davidology) wrote,
The People's Exhibit A

  • Mood:
  • Music:


there's too much
that i keep to myself
and i turn my back on my faith
it's like glass
when we break
i wish no one in my place

and i've seen
you don't need their seeds
when their dirt goes in deep
and i'm lost in sleep

i can't stay
in this place
i can't stand
when the room turns round
on my fate
you give no guarantees
there's no promise
i can keep

i can't stand
i can't see my way
i feel blind
on my feet
i can't stay too long
am i wrong?

goodbye, lay the blame on luck

i'm so tired
of my mood
and sleep comes
with a knife, fork and a spoon
you're so pale
in your face
you let life
get in your way

  • Saying goodbye to a friend

    Tomorrow is my friend Victoria's memorial service. It's weird. Victoria and I met at a dysfunctional startup at the end of the dotcom…

  • Modern Warfare 2 - Missing a head

    I picked up my Call of Duty 6: Modern Warfare 2 promptly at midnight last night. It was pretty crazy: Infinity Ward had a tank, a humvee, and a line…

  • Menus make me think

    Do you think there's a shelter for battered shrimp?

Comments for this post were disabled by the author