"Man was born free, and he is everywhere in chains." - Rousseau

you badgered me into having an epiphany,
nine years,
no time, not about to act like a vcr and hit rewind.
i feel so far away thinkin about,
lazy painted flowers,
losing is hope is easy,
when those watercolors seem to blend together,
and everythings changing - its foggy,
that mark its a storm rollin' in
and there are no stars to guide you,
the crayons crumbled all over my dirty wishin'.
and lazy painted flowers,
they help to pass the time,
because nothings making sence at all,
I'm about to fall,
fall into you.
over lazy painted flowers.