OveriseFan
04/11/06, 04:45 PM
I can't decide whether I love this or hate it. Some of it's downright cheesy(How do you stop growing up? What the fuck was I thinking...) some of it's like "OMG JAMES YOURE AMAZING". Or it's all just mediocore. It's not finished, I'll probably add a bridge, but you get the idea.
When every thought of yours is contained
Into words or songs or rhymes
What's the point in thinking anymore?
Every tree house made of rocking horse
Is broken down for drugs and drinks
How the hell do you stop growing up?
What target are you aiming for kid?
You're never gonna make it past this,
Come on now; get down, before you miss.
Wake me up from the rooftops
Where I spend my nights
Dreaming and wishing that come Monday
The rain will still be pounding,
Enough to wash me out...
Can someone please save me before I drown?
When every wish of yours is written
The crayons have lost their wrappings
They're now being used for cigarettes
I kept playing the same old record
Hoping to scratch its surface soon.
Finally the song will stop playing…
Just who do you think you are big shot?
You’re nothing special, nothing different.
Come on now; get out, before you die.
Wake me up from the rooftops
Where I spend my nights
Dreaming and wishing that come Monday
The rain will still be pounding,
Enough to wash me out...
Can someone please save me before I drown?
When every thought of yours is contained
Into words or songs or rhymes
What's the point in thinking anymore?
Every tree house made of rocking horse
Is broken down for drugs and drinks
How the hell do you stop growing up?
What target are you aiming for kid?
You're never gonna make it past this,
Come on now; get down, before you miss.
Wake me up from the rooftops
Where I spend my nights
Dreaming and wishing that come Monday
The rain will still be pounding,
Enough to wash me out...
Can someone please save me before I drown?
When every wish of yours is written
The crayons have lost their wrappings
They're now being used for cigarettes
I kept playing the same old record
Hoping to scratch its surface soon.
Finally the song will stop playing…
Just who do you think you are big shot?
You’re nothing special, nothing different.
Come on now; get out, before you die.
Wake me up from the rooftops
Where I spend my nights
Dreaming and wishing that come Monday
The rain will still be pounding,
Enough to wash me out...
Can someone please save me before I drown?