My cold, cold, sailor heart says get on your way I ain't to proud to say but that's how I'm made I'll be that person 'till my dying day I try so awful hard, but I can't change

and i've cried and you would think i would better for it
but the sadness just sleeps and it stays in your spine
for the rest of my life

and there is a boy in a basement with a four track machine
he's been strumming and screaming all night, down there
the tape hiss will cover the words that he sings

the city has sex with itself i suppose
as the concrete collides, the scenery grows
and the lonely once bandaged lay fully exposed
having undressed their wounds for each other










lyrics: Bright Eyes
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Questions   (asked by Julia):
Age: 14
Favorite Song: If I had a favorite song it would change every 30 seconds
Food I Ate Today: salad, toast, and pizza (i'm a vegetarian) 
Painting: If I could paint i'd quit school, runaway and paint everything worth it. The way an artist thinks is in a whole different, exclusive world (that i will never be a part of). Needless to say my artistic talents are pretty limited...... I draw a mean stick figure though




xxxxxo


(SAINTS)