Sunday, September 05, 2004

house of cards

in this room. sitting by your side. coz its rains for hours and the phone is off its hook. standing no the edge. casting lots to set me up before you knock me down. off summer edge and drown me. we're betting on our own lives. making up for all the time we lost. "in this house of cards, we're all holding hearts and spades" this sign, design could come from above. when the people you love get lost in the shuffle. let it go and then you fold. so we stay on the open road. we drive for hours and still no end in sight. at all. driving in your car. miss the stop sign. fall in love. just to get knocked down. pull your punches. and burn with your ciggarettes. pull like a punch. burn like a ciggarette. forever.

1 Comments:

Blogger gracielau said...

urm...it's spelt cigarettes dear...

September 5, 2004 at 6:16 PM

 

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