"This is a song called Plush."

And I feel that time’s a wasted go
So where ya going to tomorrow?
And I see that these are lies to come
Would you even care?


And I feel it
And I feel it


Where ya going for tomorrow?
Where ya going with that mask I found?
And I feel, and I feel
When the dogs begin to smell her
Will she smell alone?


And I feel, so much depends on the weather
So is it raining in your bedroom?
And I see, that these are the eyes of disarray
Would you even care?


And I feel it
And she feels it


Where ya going to tomorrow?
Where ya going with that mask I found?
And I feel, and I feel
When the dogs begin to smell her
Will she smell alone?


When the dogs do find her
Got time, time, to wait for tomorrow
To find it, to find it, to find it
When the dogs do find her
Got time, time, to wait for tomorrow
To find it, to find it, to find it
To find it
To find it
To find it 



(lyrics via)

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5 thoughts on “"This is a song called Plush."

  1. suntzusays says:

    Overhauled the background I take it?

  2. Um…it's been this way for a while now. It makes me laugh because it says organic. That might be my all time stooopid double entendre.

  3. Um, yeah. Should be the word favorite between time and stoooopid. Oops.

  4. suntzusays says:

    Indeed. Making your own way.

  5. Yup. Actually, it's more like a triple entendre if I think about it too long. LOL!

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