Saturday, January 31, 2009

I'm sitting here with my little puppy.
And thinking
[You will be the death of us]

I cant force you to give up your freedom. 
[I just wish I meant more to you]
Or we could be less serious
[You can't have your cake and eat it to]

If I could put my thoughts into words
[maybe you would get me]

I cant wait forever for empty promises.