so tired

very tired

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh.......

if you cut me i suppose i would bleed

the colours of the evening stars, you can go 

haniways weekends were spent with several 

dear people, home club and cans of liquid bread by the river

horrible play, delivering love parcel. worrying about zilch advertising

concept. Having nightmare about polly, where she got so angry with everyone

( inserts very sad smiley face) which really woke me up in a scare. freezing evenings 

and high tea with the Sharon. Bad heads, thai chicken sandwich,  a sunday in discovering 

i forgot to get my ic back, and now trying to think of an alternative of how to collect my runpack

and the owl city is still king on my play list 

i am the red in the rose,the flowers

on the blankets on your bedroom floor

and i am the gray in the ghost that hides

with your clothes behind your closet door.

I am the green in the grass that bends back

from underneath your feet

and I am the blue in the back alley view

where the horizon and the rooftop meet

If you cut me i suppose i would bleed

the colours of the evenng stars

You can go anywhere you wish cause i'll be there

wherever you are

i am the black in the book and the letters in the pages that your memorize 

and i am the orange in the overcast

of colour that you visualize

I am the white in the walls that soak up all the sounds you cannot sleep.

And I am the peach in the starfish on the beach

that wished the harbour wasn't quite so deep.