Friday, May 20, 2011

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Dry

Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you sayKind of turn themselves into bladesAnd kind and courteous is a life I've heardBut it's nice to say that we played in the dirt oh dearCause here we are, Here we areHere we are We're still hereWhat a beautiful mess this isIt's like taking a guess when...