Peach tea from walgreens
Is the story of my life...

Golden flowers held in bands
Rot away in your hands...

Build your society around your friends
The two or three you keep real close...

This poem is pretty personal to me.
There's something depressing about this room...

Music travels in different waves
High and low, never the same...

Another day of filthy digging
Hands and feet in the dirt...

Today will be the last day i embrace with my...
While i rot away to spread my next life...

I'm not pretty enough to wear the clothes i do
And i don't flow like the river or wear my hair up...

Watch you dive around your world
Begging for a bite to eat...

They say friendships never really end
That there is still that memory...

Three in the morning and feeling alone,
Answering questions for all of the unknown...

This one isnt very good
Hold me, Hold me, Hold me...