3.8.08

I don't really need to see,
so I don't need to see so i'll paint.
I don't know, i'll paint it black.

I don't know me and you don't know you,
so we fit so good together cause I knew you like I knew myself.
We clung on like barnacles on a boat,
eventhough the ship sinks you know you can't let go.

Saying, "Let me in, let me in. Please come out."

Black glass, dirt-based soap.
Tell yourself what you know.
My friends. Oh, my friends.
Bury your head. I'll help you bury your plans.
Hard hit, hard to miss. Problems are what a problem is.





In three song plays it was "Barnacles" - Ugly Casanova, "On the bus mall" - Decemberists, "You remind me of home" - Ben Gibbard.

It made me miss all of you.

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