this is an old song from me
and I am an old heart for you
well, I guess that I was wrong about me
and I guess that you were wrong about you
I was wrong to doubt you'd leave
I was wrong about you
I was wrong to doubt you'd leave
your hills ain't golden no more
they lost they're shine in the war
between my head and chest
the warm glow from your gold bones has left
and I have decided
that this old song will never end
and I truly hate
every single one of my friends
with their assured reliance
on anything other than their hearts
and the forced disconnect of emotions
that they create so they can't feel
when they hurt each other
I don't understand these quantum leaps in my presumed assurance
credits
from the golden, rotting apple,
released June 19, 2007
sean burdeaux- guitar, vocals, bass, keyboard, percussion
tommy logsdon- percussion
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