Sincerely,
Mickey B
AIM: tokillamichlbird
email: tokillamichaelbird@gmail.com
home phone: (806)742-924I


Ghosts of YesterdayOne in, another out ghosts of those I cared about forever haunt the lining of my brainGhosts of Yesterday
they wail and sink inside my skin behind the scars from where i've been each one a scream from a forgotten name
the past remains but people change
*prechorus* The people that we leave behind are pieces that we keep inside but they're all the same...
*chorus* fading away (X2) the ghosts of yesterday fading away (X2) the ghosts of yesterday are fading away


Zeroyou act like you're the driver steering us into the crash you've got your serious face on and I'm trying not to laugh well I knew this wouldn't last and I got off a long time agoZero
lowered heads and soft confessions like a silver sunday mass you speak, but I'm not listening that time has long since passed I could see it coming then and I gave up a long time ago I can see the time is coming when it's time to go
*chorus?* yeah, you can't call it a secret if I already know you can't break whats already broken you ca


The Dotted Line" The dotted line "The Dotted Line
there lies a tiny pebble in the lining of my shoe stuck up deep within it where the sole has come unglued still, i walk on, walk on...
my socks are soaked and cold from the rain thats pouring down the squishing sound mocks me aloud and follows me around still, i walk on, walk on... still, i walk on, walk on and on and on...
*chorus* cause my world is a treasure map that no one else can see a dotted line to follow that I keep beneath my feet still, i walk on, i walk on, i walk my way to you.
Frusciante

When In UniverseI can sit around this circle telling lies Without worrying About any of them being called, As no one sitting cares at all.When In Universe
I can spin and spread myself As thin as the universe in February.
In February I'll go home, Shave my head And call it a year, Because I'll still be stuck at the end of fall, With leaves pushed airborne, one and all, And one realizes that the coming bed is last, The one made of settling leaves, at long last, To be covered with six inches of ice.
Circular turns, clockwise and counter, Of sentences that surface then
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