sometimes i read back over my blogs searching for song lyrics.

sometimes i find some.

it's a twist, it's a turn
and it burns when you learn
that they stole the last line of your song.

it's a craze, just a phase
and everyone seems to stay
in this place to long.

it's a break, it's a bend
it's the wind that'll send you to the end
of your one last nerve

it's just this, or it's that
when you're doing 90 mph with a flat
on dead man's curve.

lord, i've been livin' like the devil
a rebel running through the gates of hell

i'm burning both ends of my candle
another man couldn't handle the heat this well.

bam.

making up songs, dude.

what a noble profession,

scott