canudig
10-05-2005, 09:20 AM
Give me a drag...
With an unfinished outsider waiting for a dream.
How many dreams must I go through to find the one.
Always yesterday following me,
through doors of unconcerned addictions.
Oh, how I loath the urge. But I welcome it.
A friend found me by the door.
Waiting with arms outstretched,
ears open... but I closed them.
Oh, how hard it is to listen.
The fog fills fills my mind with visions of tomorrow,
but I refuse to listen.
Only the now effects my spirit.
My spirit flies... leaving me.
I'm alone in my own desperation
Just one more drag...
Must I continue dreaming of what will come.
Will it ever become... real.
If I try to live what was...
Will I ever be what was written?
Or will I write a new story.
Will the story have a happy ending?
Or will it me a mystery.
Only time will show what the pen will write.
Only I will control the pen.
Without it I'm doing fine.
I'll show you tomorrow when I run out.
Then I'll get some more and be just fine... Until I run out.
Thirteen years ago I didn't worry about what I'd do today.
Now I'm wondering what I'll do thirteen years from now.
Give me another.
Tomorrow came so fast and I don' remember how I got here.
I take a look back and realize that the future is as real as today.
It's hard to breathe. I'm choking.
I'm falling down, but still groping...
the euphoria I yern.
Tomorrow is another day
If I reach it.
Just one more.
With an unfinished outsider waiting for a dream.
How many dreams must I go through to find the one.
Always yesterday following me,
through doors of unconcerned addictions.
Oh, how I loath the urge. But I welcome it.
A friend found me by the door.
Waiting with arms outstretched,
ears open... but I closed them.
Oh, how hard it is to listen.
The fog fills fills my mind with visions of tomorrow,
but I refuse to listen.
Only the now effects my spirit.
My spirit flies... leaving me.
I'm alone in my own desperation
Just one more drag...
Must I continue dreaming of what will come.
Will it ever become... real.
If I try to live what was...
Will I ever be what was written?
Or will I write a new story.
Will the story have a happy ending?
Or will it me a mystery.
Only time will show what the pen will write.
Only I will control the pen.
Without it I'm doing fine.
I'll show you tomorrow when I run out.
Then I'll get some more and be just fine... Until I run out.
Thirteen years ago I didn't worry about what I'd do today.
Now I'm wondering what I'll do thirteen years from now.
Give me another.
Tomorrow came so fast and I don' remember how I got here.
I take a look back and realize that the future is as real as today.
It's hard to breathe. I'm choking.
I'm falling down, but still groping...
the euphoria I yern.
Tomorrow is another day
If I reach it.
Just one more.