Tuesday, March 28, 2006

smoking out my kitchen window

making music till blue light and beyond
sing me that song
maybe i've heard it before
maybe
doesn't really matter
it's the perfect cup of tea
something familiar
brand new-like
strum on my
strum on
just strum on kinkos
we'll call him kinkos cause that's where i met him
we'll call him kinkos cause we're here all late night early morning style
if i'm 7/11 he's gotta be kinkos
always open we are
you tell me when music sleeps?

these words are dancing
dance with me
always wanted solo sessions
middle of the night
singing all the fucked up
telling all the pain
letting it go with the morning start
resonate for the day

soundtrack for a life
guess what
soundtracks are better live
just here, you and me in this apartment with kinkos
gonna get some smokes at 7/11
some donuts for round 2

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