|It's too late, to get up too early.
||[Dec. 15th, 2003|01:33 am]
Tonight was night 3 at First Ave: Ryan Adams. Was a prick, trashed a local music idol and had the crowd feeding out of his hand. What a contrast to the laid back vibe that Semisonic and all their incarnations threw down earlier this weekend. There is a reason DW is my hero. I drank too much, and made my self out to be someone I don't know I knew I was. Now I want to know if everything I feel right now is REALLY what I want, or what I want right now?|
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you
Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you
I'd love for you to make me wonder
Where it's goin'
I'd love for you to pull me under
for this that we can control
Baby I am dyin'
oh yeah: I'm glad you had fun on my turf, you should call it home.