Wake Me Up When it's Over
the preist's morning sermon cuts through me likethe doorbell when i'vefallenasleep in my chair againthe remote control in my handmy fingers in my tangled hairthe vodkathat drove it all awaymom was awake when i left todaybut she doesn't have a cluewhat is going onwith meyesterday the needle ran through to the other sideso i addressed my letter to the jesus freaksyes it could've been jesus for all i caredwhat it said i can't rememberbut itwas something like 'you're wrong.'just let me drink myself back to sleepwith the remote controlin my hand and thevodka in mymindexpecting you there each waking morningdon't ask me why Written August 17th, 2001 © on Aug 17 2001 01:20 PM PST, Katrina Armour 0 • 10
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"the preist's morning sermon cuts through me likethe doorbell when i'vefallenasleep in my chair againthe remote control in my handmy fingers in my tangled hairthe vodkathat drove it all awaymom was awake when i left todaybut she doesn't have a cluewhat is going onwith meyesterday the needle ran through to the other sideso i addressed my letter to the jesus freaksyes it could've been jesus for all i caredwhat it said i can't rememberbut itwas something like 'you're wrong.'just let me drink myself back to sleepwith the remote controlin my hand and thevodka in mymindexpecting you there each waking morningdon't ask me why..."