Outta my head Gotta getcha outta my head Outta my head Gotta getcha outta my head Those looks you had

Sitting alone In our old home My old room The walls still painted blue Boxes containing histories

Blue skies with scribbles of white Polarized eyes To shade the light

HERE THERE ANYWHERE

Those not busy being born Are busy dying Get busy living Or get busy dying I’m trying

You sold out to the masses Now a product of your environment Mass production Manican If you could do it all over

I am in love passionatley The flimsy fortune fish told me so As I laid it in my hand tail and… I don’t believe in silly superstit… Yet a beacon of hope shines throug…

There’s a man on the run A fugitive with a gun I thought I never see the day For this to cross into my county’s Lines

You were never any good for me. And I was never any good for you. But I loved you any way. You’re a bad habit. And I’m your addict.

Run, run, run away Gotta get away Believe me when I say Run, run, run, away Gotta get away

February. February 7, 2011 at 2:23pm A parrot mug and a cookie mess you made it effortless

Love is a drug Love is a drug Users And Abusers

Play it off beat. Call it syncopation. Take a rest. Call it hesitation. Move to the rythm

I’m hustling harder Than I ever did before I gotta score to settle Make you evaporate like mist off a… Burning desire

Well, it’s mind over matter. And, if I don’t mind it don’t matter. No, I’m never gonna make