Mar. 25, 2003 - 11:25 a.m.
Music has such an effect on me. Every song makes me think of what I've done wrong.
I'll fake it through the day with some help from Johnny Walker red Send the poisoned rain down the drain to put bad thoughts in my head Two tickets torn in half and a lot of nothing to do Do you miss me--Miss Misery-- like you say you do?
A man in the park read the lines in my hand told me I'm strong, hardly ever wrong I said man you mean You had plans for both of us that involved a trip out of town to a place I've seen in a magazine that you left lying around I don't have you with me but I keep a good attitude Do you miss me--Miss Misery-- like you say you do?
I know you'd rather see me gone than to see me the way that I am but I am in your life, anyway
Next door TVs flashing blue frames on the wall It's a comedy of errors, you see; it's about taking a fall to vanish into oblivion it's easy to do and I try to be but you know me I come back when you want me to Do you miss me--Miss Misery-- like you say you do?
Elliott Smith - Miss Misery
old bitching - random - new bitching
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Sounds Like: Cardigans - Higher Feels Like: Monsters are my people.
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