Disarm you with a smile

And cut you like you want me to
Cut that little child
Inside of me and such a part of you
Ooh, the years burn

I used to be a little boy
So old in my shoes
And what i choose is my choice
What's a boy supposed to do?
The killer in me is the killer in you
My love
I send this smile over to you

Disarm you with a smile
And leave you like they left me here
To wither in denial
The bitterness of one who's left alone
Ooh, the years burn
Ooh, the years burn, burn, burn

I used to be a little boy
So old in my shoes
And what I choose is my voice
What's a boy supposed to do?
The killer in me is the killer in you
My love
I send this smile over to you

The killer in me is the killer in you
Send this smile over to you


Overall, I'd say I came out of today OK. A little roadrash on my lower back and a left hip and shoulder that really don't want to move right now, sure. But still, it could have been much worse. Now, if only I had a week or two to recover. Oh well, I anticipate a regular dosage of ibuprofen for the next 8 days or so. That should take care of everything.


Currently Listening to
Siamese Dream
by Smashing Pumpkins