a month...

whats changed in a month....

the date. thats about it.

never....ever...

i have never been more throuroughly insulted then i was tonight. i truly believed i could trust someone, and she has hurt me more then anyone has in a long time. i trusted her with one of the few stories i tell no one. i trusted her and she just throws it back in my face, saying she doesnt think we should be friends, for no reason at all, just because i guess. wonderful fucking reason aint it?

i just cant believe i let myself get fucked over that easily, i almost forgot why i never trust people. well the reasons ringing loud and fucking clear again, thanks a lot. just...fuck it.

i'm just waitin...waitin on the world to change...(because God knows that it's pretty fucked as it is).

I wanna go back....to the island.
Where the shrimp boats, tie up to the pines.
Give me oysters and beer, for dinner every day of the year,
and i'll be fine....i'll feeel fine.

I wanna be there...
Wanna go back down and lie beside the sea there.
With a tin cup for a chalice, fill it up, with good red wine,
and i'll meet you, on a honey suckle ride.

Yeah now the sun goes sliding cross the water."
Sailboats, they go searching for the breeze.
Salt air, it aint thin. It can stick right to your skin and make you feel fine...

I wanna be there....
Wanna go back down and get high by the sea there...
With a tin cup, for a chalice, fill it up with good red wine,
and i'll meet you, on a honey suckle ride.

Yeah and now, you've heard my strange proposal.
So get that, pack her up, and lets move.
I wanna be there for the day that tries to steal away what we left behind.
I've made up my mind...

And i wanna be there....
Wanna go back down and die beside the sea there....
with a tincup for a chalice, fill it up with good red wine,
and i'll meet you on a honey suckle ride.

with a tincup for a chalice, fill it up with good red wine,
and i'll meet you on a honey suckle ride.

sounds nice, dont it? thats about where i stand right now.

I wanna go back....to the island.
Where the shrimp boats, tie up to the pines.
Give me oysters and beer, for dinner every day of the year,
and i'll be fine....i'll feeel fine.

I wanna be there...
Wanna go back down and lie beside the sea there.
With a tin cup for a chalice, fill it up, with good red wine,
and i'll meet you, on a honey suckle ride.

Yeah now the sun goes sliding cross the water."
Sailboats, they go searching for the breeze.
Salt air, it aint thin. It can stick right to your skin and make you feel fine...

I wanna be there....
Wanna go back down and get high by the sea there...
With a tin cup, for a chalice, fill it up with good red wine,
and i'll meet you, on a honey suckle ride.

Yeah and now, you've heard my strange proposal.
So get that, pack her up, and lets move.
I wanna be there for the day that tries to steal away what we left behind.
I've made up my mind...

And i wanna be there....
Wanna go back down and die beside the sea there....
with a tincup for a chalice, fill it up with good red wine,
and i'll meet you on a honey suckle ride.

with a tincup for a chalice, fill it up with good red wine,
and i'll meet you on a honey suckle ride.

sounds nice, dont it?