Sunday, February 10, 2008

If we all departed as smoke


Here's the day you hoped would never come
Don’t feed me violence, just run with me
Through rows of speeding cars
The paper cuts, the cheating lovers
The coffee’s never strong enough
I know you think it’s more than just bad luck..
--IMOGEN HEAP*SPEEDING CARS*



2 comments:

Thesame said...

:)
:P
:O

stairway said...

come on wheres the rest!