Is really freaking hard. GO, children of Naruto Base. Inspire me with your words 'o wisdom.
Take your fingers from my hair, they have gotten us nowhere. We can't last another second. For we are two, too lost for open doors. Take your memories and your ways, let me see a brighter day. Greener fields aren't hard to hope for; it's just hard to go on living here without you.
Gosh darn't, I need a cigarette. Just a puff, a nice and rich Turkish/Domestic blend filtered camel please. The delicious taste of Samsun and Izmir tobacco laced with luscious Virginia Tobacco is calling to me. But no, I must resist.
High noon, oh I'd sell my soul for water. Nine years worth of breakin' my back. There's no sun in the shadow of the wizard. See how he glides, why he's lighter than air? Oh I see his face!
But seriously, how I lust for the lingering aroma of burning tobacco, leaving it's everlasting residue on every surface it tarnishes, especially my lungs. How I wish to gasp for a shorter life, just for one taste of luxury.
The roses in the window box, have tilted to one side. Everything about this house was born to grow and die. Oh, it doesn't seem a year ago to this very day. You said I'm sorry honey, if I don't change the pace, I can't face another day.
Anyway, yeah, I'm trying to quit smoking. I think my attempts truly are in vain though, as this is harder than a fifteen mile ruck march with a ninety pound ruck.
When lonely winds blow cold, and my world moves down below it's a sign to make a change. Among the platform crowd, words clear as clouds Say you can't remain the same. And familiar voices cry my name, I'm on the last train home, on the last train home.
Take your fingers from my hair, they have gotten us nowhere. We can't last another second. For we are two, too lost for open doors. Take your memories and your ways, let me see a brighter day. Greener fields aren't hard to hope for; it's just hard to go on living here without you.
Gosh darn't, I need a cigarette. Just a puff, a nice and rich Turkish/Domestic blend filtered camel please. The delicious taste of Samsun and Izmir tobacco laced with luscious Virginia Tobacco is calling to me. But no, I must resist.
High noon, oh I'd sell my soul for water. Nine years worth of breakin' my back. There's no sun in the shadow of the wizard. See how he glides, why he's lighter than air? Oh I see his face!
But seriously, how I lust for the lingering aroma of burning tobacco, leaving it's everlasting residue on every surface it tarnishes, especially my lungs. How I wish to gasp for a shorter life, just for one taste of luxury.
The roses in the window box, have tilted to one side. Everything about this house was born to grow and die. Oh, it doesn't seem a year ago to this very day. You said I'm sorry honey, if I don't change the pace, I can't face another day.
Anyway, yeah, I'm trying to quit smoking. I think my attempts truly are in vain though, as this is harder than a fifteen mile ruck march with a ninety pound ruck.
When lonely winds blow cold, and my world moves down below it's a sign to make a change. Among the platform crowd, words clear as clouds Say you can't remain the same. And familiar voices cry my name, I'm on the last train home, on the last train home.