i love this picture
taken from the sartorialist
The tide is high
I've never been so low
You got room to grow
You can never look up
You can't ever look down
You get kicked around
But I built it with sand
and I built it with rock
I built it with all of the things that I'm not
And I watch from the hill
as it burns to the ground
I can still see the smoke
from a train out of town
Everything I build is breaking down
Everything I build is breaking down
I close my eyes
Scared of what I saw
Are you man at all?
Been an open book?
Been a slammed door?
Apple of the trojan war?
Drink a little bit
that's a little bit
Take a chance
or lose it all
I have no remorse no regrets
when I'm hanging from the seventeenth floor
I dont care what people say...
I love The Stills...
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