chargedubrock

i ain't mad:

hi, it's me
don't leave me here
alone again

it can't end here
and be over
it should have been me
who was there
in the end

november has been here
left snow
i watched the sun set in black&white

the streets here have
only burned bridges
tonight
the cars
are blinking
like nightmares

my glorie
faded before the leaves fell
the branches wispered
that i got what i gave



brown days:

tonight we are making
angels
and we are in heaven

the snow's falling
and we are in heaven

all the good kids
are bought and paid
and the screen is empty

the hobos are under the tree

i need some answers
so i call an answering machine
i know that voice
as long as it' there

tonight
the snow's falling
we are making angels
and we are in heaven