The lyrics don't add up.

I haven't posted since the leaves were wilting on the trees.

Time, time, time...see what's become of me.

immunity.

not the same anywhere, anyone, anymore. Not that it's so bad. Is what it is. Grown up. Morphed out of scary trees chasing me, fairy tales. Reality bites, though.

Have stood on the edge of the edge of the edge. Head on. Waking up is easy. Engaging, not so much. But I am as well as well can be. And it isn't all pretty. Not looking fo... read more