Monday, May 25, 2009
You're miles awayYou just can't relateAre you what surrounds youYou feel aliveAt least you think that life is something in youWhat do we knowThere's a southern bound train tomorrowTakes us out of this dirty townChase the sun back to the west coastIn eight hours we're California boundWe're California boundThey can't sympathise, so don't expect sympathy.
They don't care, so don't expect concern.
And lastly, they are unable to understand, so don't expect understanding.
I couldn't care less about the future
Some girl penning a suicide note
Or sulking by the road
These efforts are
Futile.
In a world where there is kindness, compassion and love
You say it exists, but
Just like the Baudelaires' tale
Perhaps the sunrise will never come
Or only after a
Series of Unfortunate Events.
UK trip's cancelled.
7:19 PM