adelaide the white cursor blinks on my mind is a stage all performers alight they're a hit, it's a rage come in ringing the bell knowing we've got it made sing the chorus so full "Adelaide, Adelaide"
Adelaide make your mark with the world on a string pull the tether so tight to destroy others dreams and their lives not to own but to you they're for sale Adelaide, you're a product of we
all is red, black, and white brown and yellow make green come to play in the attic never will make a scene cut the action, take six miss the point in the fade zone a mark, it's for failure Adelaide, Adelaide
¶ 1:46 PM
Thursday, September 11, 2008
scantily-clad in accessory filling the lines with hipocracy the color it makes only fakes the shape marking time in the parking lot order it up with a double-shot we engulf the world we won't escape
if this is life then let me out tug on the strings untie the knot keeping us scared so we won't look the life they make will fall apart
¶ 1:13 PM
poetry, song, and simple words that may never make it off of the writers page and into the world