March 4th, 2004

20040304

Whether were it were or weren't was what I wondered where I went
Some special sordid sense of sundry, speeding single seasons spent

Fleeting uncompleting as our meeting was unseating
and their greeting was just bleating, but at least we are still eating

i hesitate to worry bout the waiting on a call from cait
her situation's got me bummed cause really aint it all that great