Tuesday, November 22, 2011

It's Your Ride

I, could have known, really had the chance, expected it to come
falling down, the entire cliff side -that you were more than imaginable,
unrestrained, brazen, a real high-on-life bride.

Just let me know where you've been, I'm not asking to touch me or don't,
just let me know where you've been.
We can leave it alone, I'm sure there's someone
who knows where you've been.

But it looks like I won't be around, fixed fire burns my feet
alive, (as they were) imagine what it'll do to my heart
and half-dead mind. The boys, they bury, inhume the radicals with time.
The boys,
they bury,
inhume t
he
ra
dica
ls with ti
me.
Th
e bo
ys, th
ey b
ury, inh
ume the
 radic
als wi
th time.