come for the week on Flickr.
There is someone looking for what I concealed in my secret drawer, in my pockets deep, you will find the reasons that I can’t sleep and you will still want me.
But will you still want me? Well, I say come for the week. You can sleep in my bed and then pass through my life like a dream through my head.
It will, it will be easy. I will make it easy. But all I have for the moment is a song to pass the time.
Yeah, a melody to keep me from worrying.
Oh, some simple progression to keep my fingers busy. And words that are sure to come back to me and they’ll be laughing. And they’ll be laughing. My mediocrity. My mediocrity.