Jan 2013
There's words on the tip of my tongue
I'm trying to spit them out
The taste of stale chewing gum
Wandering about.
Flossing through my teeth
The whisper of frustration
The loudest of heartbeats
A head ache from nauseation.
What was I saying?
I'm trying to spit them out
The taste of stale chewing gum
Wandering about.
Flossing through my teeth
The whisper of frustration
The loudest of heartbeats
A head ache from nauseation.
What was I saying?
I'm now in a band with my best friend called "The Jews of the Round Table" in which we write songs to the tunes of other songs about the Middle Ages. Yup.
(Where the Sidewalk Ends)
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