You'll be the death of me.

[sweetsalome]

you will suck the life out of me

bury it
I won't let you bury it
I won't let you smother it
I won't let you murder it

our time is running out
our time is running out
you can't push it underground
you can't stop it screaming out
How did it come to this?
ooooohh

                

Comments

[pdg-mortie.livejournal.com]

That's an interesting choice of songs to listen to...

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

Why? Do you like Muse?

[pdg-mortie.livejournal.com]

I don't mind them. I just thought well...the subject.

You can talk to me, you know.

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

That's just one of the lyrics in the song.

Sure, Mortie. I know that. Ain't got a lot to say, plus you got company to entertain and stuff. I be coo' you know me.

[pdg-mortie.livejournal.com]

You are more than welcome to come with us. I'd like it if you did, actually.

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

What?! Me?! Why?! I mean. Uh, what are you guys doin'?

[pdg-mortie.livejournal.com]

Um...Lauren wanted to see the Santa Monica Pier, things like that?

Do you not want to come with us?

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

No, I was just, wondering that's all. No, it will be cool. I like piers.

[pdg-mortie.livejournal.com]

Salome...I am not excluding you from things. If you want to come along or even do things on your own with Lauren like the beach, it's okay.

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

No! I didn't say that, I just wanted to know! I am so all over this pier thing, it's like totally okay-ness. Rock on.