Yo Urbana.

Every night I read this novel 
About two wooden roses and the pouring rain 
But the engine's torn up 
Tryin' to hail a cab 
Think no one can read you; but i can 

Well we move into a house down on cherry lane 
Watch the world go by 
Well I'm missing a page 

I wanna be the one who walks you home 
Who walks you home tonight 
Stare into her eyes and try to explain 
It's written in old english that was meant to fuck you up 

Well I can never get close enough 
But I'd loved 

But I lie down on her pillow 
And you feel like you was goin' away 
Goin' away 
And when you go no place to go 
But back in her arms, lying in her pillow 

Girl that put the book down on cherry lane 
The glass that hits the floor and you're walkin' away 

But I wanna be the one who walks you home 
Who walks you home tonight 
Stare into her eyes and try to explain 
And tryin' to explain anyway 

But i wanna be the one who walks you home 
Who walks you home tonight 
And stare into her eyes and try to explain 
And tryin' to explain but the shit just fucks you up 

And I can never get close enough 
I can never get close 
I can never get close enough 
I can never get close enough 
To you 

My Birthday.

It’s going to rain. It is so disappointing to know that everything that I planned will not happen on Friday. Anyhow I am having a fire tonight to try to fix what mother nature is giving me on my birthday.