the four right chords can make me cry

December by Collective soul

Why drink the water from my hand?
Contagious as you think I am
Just tilt my sun towards your domain.
Your cup runneth over again.

Don't scream about
Don't think aloud
Turn your head now baby
Just spit me out
Don't worry about
Don't speak of doubt
Turn your head now baby
Just spit me out

Why follow me to higher ground?
Lost as you swear I am.
Don't throw away your basic needs,
Ambiance and vanity.

December promise you gave unto me
December whispers of treachery
December clouds are now covering me
December songs no longer I sing

Lonely again. I know its probably just the post-expedition feeling, like the post-camp feeling. I miss being surrounded by 24 people, or at least just 3, my housemates. Thailand was incredible. I wanna marry a Thai guy and live there forever. But I'm glad to be home. Kinda blur cos so much has happened since i've been gone. But strangely enough I don't feel like I've missed much. Transcendence?

Where do I begin? To tell the story of my trip to thailand? Too many things, can't start. But I really had the best time there. Don't feel like blogging, rather sit somewhere and muse. Muse. Oh yeah, i'll post some pictures up soon, like now, or whenever I get round to it.

posted by beckyboo @ 9:44 PM