Hours and wasted days. scream.

by pirateRAWRR   Aug 12, 2007


I'm always just missing him
by only a day or two and its getting me down
but I'm traveling too fast to just stop now, its not a game
anymore
its a fight of life and death, the jungle vines swallow the city
they swallow us whole
who will care when were gone
just how long it was
it was so long

hes searching, shes searching for more
their tangled in vines, strangle regret, before regret strangles you
its a jungle of a city.

hes always missing her by an hour
dancing along the wall of mounted carcass remains
his missing her, an hour
and its getting me down
but i cant stop now, its a fight of life and death, the jungle vines swallow the city whole
how will i care
when hes gone
hes wearing me down.

*lyrics set to beginning music of Tegan and Sara's My Number. unfinished, but oh well.

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