Archaeology for the Masses

Wednesday, May 11, 2005

And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
And I've been through the desert on a horse with no name it felt good to be out of the rain
And I have become comfortably numb


I don't know if I'm going to throw up
or burst into tears

today was suck

I have on my prayer beads and my away message is goo goo dolls
how do you think I'm doing today?