Monday, April 11

you really ought to wash your hands son
you got too much time on em'
you better mind your p's and q's
they've been leaking out your mouth again
people say we're too young and we'd better grow
up soon
i hear it all the time
seen so much all ready can't say we no any other
direction

"why don't you just do the responsible thing and die"

saw the grease undernethe your finger nails
and i was reminded of the pavement
where our soles ran together
if i had alittle less baggage we could leave this town
hit the road and never e'r look back
say a prayer for friendly roads and no ties to hold us back
cos' i spent an entire lifetime just talking to myself
took a breath and the breath was true and started
singing to myself
no problems no problems no problems
ever too big that you can't runaway

hannaH thinks really deep thoughts @ 9:01 PM

2 Comments:

 Cadet Alanna said...

oh how i love you, hannah. i always enjoy what you write. it's so fresh and exciting, just like you. this is perfect for me right now, too. let's run away together.

4/12/2005 4:03 PM  

 brock said...

i agree, this is great

4/12/2005 4:11 PM  

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