thanks man, i really appreciate it
posted this one in another thread but might as well post it here as well
Don't tell me about love
Love is an empty corner table in the restaurant nobody quite remembers
Somewhere between the shade of rocky cliffs and boundless oceans of beautiful waves
Love is a place nobody ever got out of in one piece
So who are you to call me incomplete
You've been writing with the wrong end of the pen
Wide eyed at the mixed signals it sends
But isn't life just eight billion sheets of paper and a desk covered in rust?
So tell me where does that leave us...
and who the fuck stole all the ink?