so this is now Tron bringing you a little taste of our lives.
Three weeks ago i became sober after drowning my life with any pill you put in front of me. During that period i would sit on the river and write until my had could no longer. Just came across some of the strange excerpts, here is one of them;
"Well she was in a feild full of flowers and you could tell by her hair
So let me run out of words before i curse her again
It was brown like the watering hole
and well her face it was pink like the flowers in that field
Ohhh that field
But now im still here strung out of my mind
Cause when your too tired to move and too cold to sleep
Im the one you'll be calling at 2a.m. on the streets, so cold and tired
Now we're back to square one fighting over a nipple
Well the trees they are dead and your just about there.
So keep me going in your mind cause thats what feels right
I'm reading a book by the light in the window
Shining through this haunting little ally.
You keep me posted and i will keep you out
I want nothing to do with a moonlight walk or a lovely dance
But now im still here strung out of my mind
Cause when your too tired to move and too cold to sleep
Im the one you'll be calling at 2a.m. on the streets, so cold and tired
So lets meet in the middle and get this coffee off our breaths
I'll take you by that watering hole where your hair was breed
So lets go back to your house and ill put on the music you like
and we'll dance over that moonlight
I know i just lied, but thats a part of this life
But now im still here strung out of my mind
Cause when your too tired to move and too cold to sleep
Im the one you'll be calling at 2a.m. on the streets so cold and tired!
Now sleep, sleep, sleep!"
Not for Nothing
