The Cricket Collector
Well I'm so sorry I'm rude, I'm sorry I just assume,
What did you expect when my feet's soaking wet, and my floormat turned out maroon
Oh such a fitting excuse, I'm not so much better, maybe I just popped a fuse.
My memory serves me things you've forgotten, you've seen, but that doesn't
change the fact that it's still what it seems.
Well carry on with your nap time, there is close to no hurry tonight
It's not your fingers I feel, running cold down down through my spine
Still I've got to admit to you, never realized you thought this through
Your lysergic scheme was never as good as it seemed, color me impressed, it's better
than I had dreamed.
Well carry on with your nap time, there is close to no hurry tonight
It's not your fingers I feel, running cold down down through my spine
Last edited by vmenge; 07-16-2009 at 09:36 AM.
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