:: 'twas i. ::
...that's a helmet. The ink blotched the green black. :(
spoken. at 9:54 PM
...that's a helmet. The ink blotched the green black. :(
"I've got a hunger, twisting my stomach into knots - that my tongue is tied off.
My brain's repeating 'If you've got an impulse, let it out !'
...but they never make it past my mouth.
Bup-paaaaaaa... this is the sound of settling !
Bup-paaaaaa, bup-paaaaa.
Our youth is fleeting, old age is just around the bend - and i can't wait to go grey.
and i'll sit and wonder - of every love that could have been,
If i'd only thought of something charming to say.
Bup-paaaaaa... this is the sound of settling !
Bup-paaaaa, bup-paaaa !
I've got a hunger ; twisting my stomach into knots. "
- Death Cab for Cutie.
_
My brain's repeating 'If you've got an impulse, let it out !'
...but they never make it past my mouth.
Bup-paaaaaaa... this is the sound of settling !
Bup-paaaaaa, bup-paaaaa.
Our youth is fleeting, old age is just around the bend - and i can't wait to go grey.
and i'll sit and wonder - of every love that could have been,
If i'd only thought of something charming to say.
Bup-paaaaaa... this is the sound of settling !
Bup-paaaaa, bup-paaaa !
I've got a hunger ; twisting my stomach into knots. "
- Death Cab for Cutie.
_
spoken. at 9:54 PM
