Hope Is For Suckers
falling faster
driving slower
killing time
passing vines
Mary jay
ill never play
as long as i got you around
happy day Mr say and ill bid you a crown.
freedoms bur-don speech is priceless
waves happily fly
ideas fry when the lights on to long
and die without a cause
house of tires can see right through you
blasphemy for trying
cry to me baby, cry.
maybe tonight we will die together.
Copyright © Jake Brown | Year Posted 2009
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