Saturday, December 19, 2009

One Word

Driving and driving
You're making me crazy
I'm stopping the clock
Taking a breather

There's a automatic setting
Its wiring is off
Where's the manual when I need it?
When by brain is mixed and shot?

Huffing and puffing
I've barely been running
One word and you stop me
You had me at hello

I'm vulnerable maybe?
Could it be that I'm weak?
Taking every minute as a sign
I'm in love with naivety

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