memoria
2003-04-30 @ 9:39 p.m.
it's hard not to get so caught up in the present that you forget about the past . until your mother runs into an old boyfriend in a grocery store who mentions finding your old eighth grade dance picture . so i went home and found that picture, along with the last four years of my life . i remember being a freshman, wondering how much i could possibly change between then and my senior year . i can't believe how much i've changed . how many friends have come and gone . how many people i'd practically forgotten, and how many more i've met . i guess it goes to shows you're always alone in this world, even if you are surrounded by people . they come and go, but it's for the better i suppose .
ok, enough psychobabble b.s. for tonight .
stone temple pilots . kitchenware & candybars
somebody told me, i know where to go
somebody showed me, i was the last to know
sail me down the river, sell me down the river
sail me down the river, sell me down the river
what i wanted is what i wanted
what i wanted is what she wanted
unfriendly feelings, down on wounded knees
unfriendly reasons, some blind mother's need
sail me down the river, sell me down the river
sail me down the river, sell me down the river
what i wanted is what i wanted
what i wanted is what she wanted
you read the words and it sells you life
they sell their words, but it's all a lie
sell me down the river
