Help me cope; it gets cold in the sun.
The land below isn't the land underneath.
Freddy said get drunk and try to understand one.
Then he said yes but no but yes but don't speak.

Oh we're going nowhere.
How we tone it and dumb it so well.
Holy ghostses are choking, "Noel."
My cold feet help me to walk through your hell.

You came along
long before me.
You came along way.
Don't hold it over me.
Don't hold it over me.
Don't hold it over me.

05/28/2009

Author's Note: I am changing this, but Samiah expressed such a fondness for the first version that I dind't want to take it away. I think the moment you offer a piece of artwork to the public it ceases to be completely your own. So here's version two, the result of my inability to write a song and just leave it the way it is.

Posted on 05/28/2009
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