Monthly Archives: June 2005
Dark streets, carry me home now and I’ve stayed too long. We’re brave men to sip the stars dry and leave sleep alone. I’ve built this house out of a fate-driven dream, and these walls aren’t what they seemed. Light breaks against, and I can’t follow you down. Hurt stays when the work is over, and we’ve stayed too long. I’ll save what memory lends me, when these days are gone.
-chamberlain, fates got a driver
this is what happens when you are a dick.
karma is a bitch.