johnny*johnny*american*laid
fuck'em if they can't take a joke.

those last moments.


Tuesday, Apr. 15, 2003
close your eyes, sleep now, sweet thing. you don't have to hold your breath in. let it all out.

i'll hold your hand, and i'll give you all the kisses i can. don't hold on. we all have to let go sometime. when it's right. and you don't have to hurt anymore.

remember and then let it go, like it was all worth it. watch it float away, and turn your face a bit more toward me.

you always asked me to put my hands on you, like i was giving you something more. and now i can only touch you with goodbye. but i won't cry, baby. i'll just stand here and wonder, how much light can one man have?

lay so still, you gave it all you had. don't stay just for us, we'll be here when you get home. touch that something, and i'll know just what it is when i see it there.

take in your peace, breathe it like air. baby, you don't have to hurt anymore.

:: 9:02 pm ::

now playing ... mix cd from a texas boy

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