Once again, the coward regrets...
Fred Jones was worn out,
From caring for his often
Screaming and crying wife,
During the day, but...
He couldn't sleep at night for fear that she,
In a stupor from the drugs that didn't ease the pain,
Would set the house ablaze...
with a cigarette.
Ben Folds Five - Cigarette
From caring for his often
Screaming and crying wife,
During the day, but...
He couldn't sleep at night for fear that she,
In a stupor from the drugs that didn't ease the pain,
Would set the house ablaze...
with a cigarette.
Ben Folds Five - Cigarette
...tonight, like some nights..
posted by Thaozee at 3:20 AM
4 Comments:
OMG! I was listening to Ben Folds when I read that post! Weird!
that is weird!! me thinks one andrew kipling is up to his old tricks again...he must be stopped!
first time in your blog....
its nice ....
hav to visit again....
goodday mate Thaozee!
Great blog n thanx for visiting mah bloggy.
Coward's job is to regret...hehehe...
Keshi.
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