Thursday, 1 September 2011


we never hear the world move
my joints will creak when i groove
weeks turn to months and months turn to years
and years turn to a life we forgot to live
I don't want to be living a life that doesn't feel right to me

i'll get myself together, lie to everyone planning my future
can i keep my wide eyes, trade my lifestyle for a nice girl?
I want to be top of the world but hate to be in a small circle.