I dig my teeth into the grass
my nails in the dirt,
trying to never leave our garden of Eden.
But I've over stayed my welcome or so I'm told.
You say my frequent flier miles are too much to cash in.
you say my love will dissipate,
cease to exist
that's only something you don't wish to know.
Mar 30, 2010
Mar 30, 2010 at 6:30 AM UTC
I dig my teeth into the grass
my nails in the dirt,
trying to never leave our garden of Eden.
But I've over stayed my welcome or so I'm told.
You say my frequent flier miles are too much to cash in.
you say my love will dissipate,
cease to exist
that's only something you don't wish to know.