Lindsays Little Adventures

Ok...So these are the important things i do on my placement...listen to my Ipod and then make little lyrics notes...who can pick an album?

I came into this world as a reject….I want to tear off your chains cause I know…..I try to talk to you and cant get past the weather….although I try to hide its clear, my world crumbles when you are not there….I at times have had nothing, but tonight I want nothing but you….its all too familiar and it happens all the time….a gentle winter haze creeps in at 3:44….coffee smell and lilac skin…..you’re undressed in your dreams with me….cheated by the opposite of love….there’s no time to phone to home when you are racing your own time….taking me higher than I have been before….you’ve got to dance to the rolling head of the adulteress…moving with grace that men despise and women have learned to lose…want to find me a car with only one headlight…roll down the windows and teach you to fly…I know you’re home, u left your light on….true self is what brought you here to me…I had nine lives, but lost all of them…you have settled for less and you will settle again….and the simple chords which say music is the language of us all…note to self don’t change for anyone, don’t change just lie….that look was priceless, don’t let me get carried away….there the ones who will spit at you, and you will be the one screaming out…. green plastic watering can for a fake Chinese rubber band….there’s a sad summer breath tangled in your hair….yeah were stubborn and melodramatic, a real class act….you’re making me high again, I almost forget myself again….you know that I will shock you like 1000 volts…I’m breaking the strings on my guitar again…you’re so sensitive, I am a machine….I creep around slowly and receive from the TV signals about my life…a cerebral hit man permeates my mental health…the cost of my life only just includes me…I always knew that I would be the one left alone to weep….I wake up in darkest night and watch you breathe in shadow light…in this black and white town….when its missing and you want it more…I am a train like a nosebleed, cigarettes are sweet…say you believe her and believe in me…and they don’t understand what they don’t see, they look past you and they look through me…so new to your bedroom floor…what’s it feel like to be a ghost….take our hands out of control….