Everybody notices it when the sun shines.

Everybody notices it when the sun shines.

The light can't hide its whorish need to be seen.

What a selfish, unfixable design.

Unable to be washed clean.

In the end, all you have are the people that stick by you, even after everything.

I could punch people in the face if I had gold hands;

probably better that I don't.

Oh you thoughtless wretch,

keep running your whole life away.

You won't be missed by one.

Oh man,

did anyone see what I just saw?

That girl has gold hands.

"Oh she has everything.

What more could anyone ask for,

more than gold hands?"

But she can't feel a thing!

Didn't want to be your ghost,

didn't want to be anyone's ghost.

Don't worry, we'll all float on

Even if things get heavy, we'll all float on

I feel like everyone should forget about me, someday.

circles.

Draw a circle on the ground,

and that is life;

we are only the specs of dust walking its fine line.

Draw another circle on the ground,

and that is your life;

interwoven at times, slicing in and out of/up mine.

We are created and washed away.

We are created and washed away.

Proverbs 17:9
Love prospers when a fault is forgiven, but dwelling on it separates close friends

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=szbB-vLVnoQ

It's the first day of spring
And my life is starting over again
The trees grow, the river flows
And its water will wash away my sins
For I do believe that everyone has one chance
To fuck up their lives
But like a cut down tree, I will rise again
And I'll be bigger and stronger than ever before

For I'm still here hoping that one day you may come back
For I'm still here hoping that one day you may come back

There's a hope in every new seed
And every flower that grows upon the earth
And though I love you, and you know that
Well I no longer know what that's worth
But I'll come back to you in a year or so
And I'll rebuild, be ready to become
Oh the person, you believed in
Oh the person, that you used to love

For I'm still here hoping that one day you may come back
For I'm still here hoping that one day you may come back

I burned the macaroni and cheese I was making for dinner; I took it as a sign I wasn't supposed to eat.


I'm very much into signs these days.