It's 2 AM

Sing A New Song

Toadmortons at Tiny Telephone

I bleed the color of deities,
Hold on, say it to me slowly,
Writing the words of of the prophet I am denying,
What they say to me,
You'll never feel right.

I don't feel you make your way through me,
Hold on to me when we go,
Riding a wave through the openings all around me, 
Glow and fade again, 
We'll never see right. 


Deities

And A Good Day To You Sir!

Don't Come Home A Drinkin'

The Life of the Mind

Wallet, Watch, Keys

No Picnic

Passage to Alderaan

Ineffable

Ineffable

RickRoller