Monday, July 19, 2004

Drive You Home - Garbage

It's funny how
Even now
You still support me after all the things that I've done
You're so good to me
Waiting patiently
And isn't it sad that you still have to ask if I care

I never said I was perfect
But I can take you away
Walk on shells tonight
Can't do right tonight
And you can't say a word cause I leap down your throat
So uptight am I
I never said I was perfect
But I can drive you home

I got down on myself
Working too hard
Driving myself to death
Trying to beat up the faults in my head
What a mess I've made
Sure we all make mistakes
But they see me so large
That they think I'm immune to the pain

Walk on shells tonight
Can't do right tonight
And you can't say a word cause I leap down your throat
So uptight am I
I'm praying for a miracle
But I won't hold my breath

I never said I was perfect
But can you take me home

1 Comments:

Blogger Melvyn said...

Hello Mel here!

Keep up the nice writing Dan. Like I said, introverts like us should write to express some of our inner feelings and thoughts. Extroverts have the innate ability to simply talk things out and get them over with quickly, while we continuously brood on things we ought not to.
Well, sharing thoughts with some friends does have its benefits. For me, once I start penning down some of my KPKB yarns about life and death and insanity blah blah, I also start to feel less terrible, and the propensity to brood over such morbid stuff may eventually die down for a while.
So, yup, happy writing. Your engrish very the good lor. Me (the wannabe writer) is green with envy.

July 19, 2004 at 10:29 AM  

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