hydroplaning silentbob i hope this doesn't turn into a mosh pit i'm not ready to start bleeding over you kicked and elbowed like a punching bag trampled on, stepped on, stomped on make my bones to shards paint the floor red with me tell me when this turns into a tar pit i'm not ready to start sinking over you i'd hate to start drinking over you tell me when i start going down and warn me when i start to take you with me don't let this turn into an armpit sweating and stinking like i don't know i'm people. just staying inside all the time never freshening up going out and send caution up wind i remember a long long time ago when you were just another gurl now you're a woman with personality and class and in all the other faces, your smile's like a lighthouse how much i'd like to follow that light home but i'm not sure it's the right port that shakey nervous unsure feeling i've felt so much before try not to charge my emotions on maximum acceleration driving without looking often results in a crash. 010107 ... megan over a sea of nothingness, no cares (they're thrown to the wind...). so free, and yet still so tied down, to the laws which we all abide to solemnly. but still, that airy feeling, even if only for a few moments... peace... 021214 what's it to you? who go blather from