the lengths we go to

it was two o'clock on the radio and some shock-jock was drolling on. his flapping gums nearly drowned me in a sea of dreams while i wondered who the fuck gave him his job. it really made me question what was going on the world today. it was two o'clock and i was faded like the jeans my past lover wore. the thing about being faded is that you realize who's settled the score. on the television, they zoomed in on another set that almost made me forget about the monotonus son of a bitch that couldn't let water know that it's wet. in the fleeting steps of a far off mansion invaded by manson



the lengths we go to sometimes seem unfathomable so we try not to think to hard. sometimes we win, sometimes we lose, sometimes the west just can't be won.