July 09, 2004

The Longest Winter

"spring comes slowly to this old friend

still i'm frozen, i still live alone

in time memories fade, senses numb

one forgets how it feels to have loved completely

love well, young man, while you still can

once your leaves turn, you wont love again

in time memories fade, senses numb

one forgets how it feels to have loved completely, completely...

is it special when you're lonely

when you spend your whole life

in a studio apartment with a cat for a wife

the seasons, when they call you, do you barricade the door?

are you stubborn?... stubborn?... stubborn to the core?...

is it your way or the highway?...

is it your way or the highway?...

is it your way or the highway?...

is it your way or the highway?...

then the longest winter is on her way

you called her with out knowing it

but now it's too late..."

"The Longest Winter," by Pedro the Lion

--this could end up being the story of my life...

blueavenue at 7:10 p.m.

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