fat. they stood up for love.

Mother I'm tired
Come surrender my son
Time has ravaged on my soul
No plans to leave but still I go

Fallin' with the leaves
Fallin' out of sleep
To the last goodbyes
Who cares why?

Mother I've tried
Wasting my life
I haven't given up, I lie
To make you so proud in my eyes

Fallin' out of sleep
Crawlin' over me
To the last goodbyes
Who cares why?

Tuesdays come and gone
Restless I still drive
Try to leave it all behind

Fallin', fallin' out of sleep
Fallin', fallin' with the leaves
I go crawlin', crawlin' over me

Once upon a time in my life...
I went falling...

Mother I hope you know
That I miss you so
Time has ravaged on my soul
To wipe a mothers tears grown cold

Adore. The Smashing Pumpkins. 1998.

insatiable appetite

maybe he's just taking it way too seriously.
maybe he got himself a little too carried away. or utterly paranoid.
maybe he's not the only one.

what if what was to believe is already a mile behind?
what if the very reason is not clearly defined?
what if the clouds wouldn't reach its number nine?
what if all of these was spread on a thin grey line?

but he felt it was all too late
when they said it was all fate
face straight, he said, "i'm running in a figure of eight"