keep your / hand on the rail / if / all / else fails

<< Sunday, Aug. 14, 2005 - 10:54 am >>
the confines of your words

when your friends are all over the place, you feel like you can own the world with just one phone call.

but it's hard to move around in the dark without tripping over some discarded clothing or books and by the time i pick up the receiver it's already morning and nobody likes to talk in the morning anymore.

on a side note, i'm in love with the new broken social scene songs. there's something about leslie feist's voice when she sings "bruised ghosts" that totally melts my heart.