Rufus Might Have Tried

The books are wide opened
But the pages are empty
Or too full
That they are black

And you seem so perfect
Because I only see you from the north
When compass doesn’t work
That you are made of steel

And I hate myself when I’m alone
Because I will go too far
And out of my mind
To cross the borderline of hell

I’m a tresspasser
with grey converse and green tee
I wanna jump to through to you
Like Jimmy Hopkins to the assylum

Rufus might have tried
To sleep with eyes open
But it’s too cool that he & I can’t
So we srite a song

But the pages are empty
Or too full
That they are black

The books are wide opened

Written on November 14th, 2007 at 01:31.