Safe little house, safe little friends, safe little thoughts to keep you safe,

from all those big, bad wolves that eat you up.

Safe in your room, safe as a tomb,

sleep in a coffin made of glass;

It takes a big facade to hide the cracks.

Can we make this last, ‘cause now I’m not so sure…

Are you up to the task? Sometimes the sickness is the cure…

You’re searching so hard, you’ve lost yourself.

Does it help you to pray as you’re wasting away like a silver screen cliche’,

after all we’re actors on a stage…

Would it help you to wait for the moment to break,

is it real or is it fake?

All we are, just chapters on a page,

and after all we’re actors on a stage…

NickyThins 20/3/11

Part 1.2

Now, I was told to update this. So i'm not giving you solid update because if i were i'd be talking about something different, which I won't be.

I've transferred my lounge room into 2001. I'm listening to college rock..

Playing guitar to college rock*

Stop.

It has a tick tock rhythm, writing about the place that some quick romance said, hoping for something else.

Hold it.

You thought i was getting all psychological on you didn't you?

Well, guess what?

BOOM!





I'm not. Goodbye.