Twenty feet off sunset
It's kind of quiet
for a saturday night
in Hollywood.
I wonder where the crowds gone?
my friends must have went off
to drink.
It's better that I stayed
There's quit alot to write
I promised myself
That I would.
The hotel room is quiet
except the ringing in my ears
from the amps
and the crowd.
Here in room 227
the loud has dripped to empty
alone at last,where I feel normal
almost.
My thoughts and memories
have always been too big
not shallow
not empty.
I wouldn't rise to watch others fail
Compassion really did me in.
A pounding heart,and brain
I couldn't stop neither
And Iv'e surely tried
they just got stronger.
Although 227 would appear empty
It's filled with many others
who have influenced me
to rid the sedation.
Dec 5, 2012
Dec 5, 2012 at 2:00 PM UTC
Twenty feet off sunset
It's kind of quiet
for a saturday night
in Hollywood.
I wonder where the crowds gone?
my friends must have went off
to drink.
It's better that I stayed
There's quit alot to write
I promised myself
That I would.
The hotel room is quiet
except the ringing in my ears
from the amps
and the crowd.
Here in room 227
the loud has dripped to empty
alone at last,where I feel normal
almost.
My thoughts and memories
have always been too big
not shallow
not empty.
I wouldn't rise to watch others fail
Compassion really did me in.
A pounding heart,and brain
I couldn't stop neither
And Iv'e surely tried
they just got stronger.
Although 227 would appear empty
It's filled with many others
who have influenced me
to rid the sedation.
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