Liz Homola:
this is the result of the fear of not painting.
Liz Homola:
i'm so tired of sunsets.
Liz Homola:
the way she curl her toes.
Liz Homola:
all strung out.
Liz Homola:
all you need is a dream.
Liz Homola:
this is not home.
Liz Homola:
and all i can do is watch everything fall apart.
Liz Homola:
trying to hide from what's real.
Liz Homola:
holding on, letting go.
Liz Homola:
stuck here with myself.
Liz Homola:
crawling towards the sun.
Liz Homola:
all strung up.
Liz Homola:
hung up on nothing. or maybe it's everything.
Liz Homola:
head caught in a waking dream.
Liz Homola:
translucent existence.
Liz Homola:
knowledge dont mean shit these days.
Liz Homola:
the rest of us.
Liz Homola:
so tuck your secrets deep inside because everyone is your enemy.
Liz Homola:
collaspe.
Liz Homola:
something to worry about.
Liz Homola:
urban ass.
Liz Homola:
glass shattering space.
Liz Homola:
I can't breathe, I cant sleep.
Liz Homola:
months from now you’ll cry on your bedroom floor, in whats left a pile of strings and you’ll say “where all the time went, I’m really unsure” you’ll try to wrap pieces around your body, as you’re feeling withdrawn but you’ll never be able to regain what’s
Liz Homola:
and i'm tangled up in this mess of everything.
Liz Homola:
tied up. tied in.
Liz Homola:
save my soul.
Liz Homola:
you say things are simple, we both know there not.
Liz Homola:
doubletrouble.
Liz Homola:
I can't relate to your mistakes.
