I�m alittle bit stop and go like I�m being fried on the skillet then blown up in the air will swift. Like a current, and how am I going to get through with this?
The days are perfect but I can count that I haven�t had a room for six months.
Its hard.. feeling all like static hanging on a string. I count the days in times like this.. and I�m trying all I can to get through to you.
But now its quick and skip I�ve got to go, she�s in the room and my spine won�t release or let go. Its these times that can be like real shit.