listening to Elliott Smith
I'm thankful I've got someplace to crash
grateful I've got a little cash
these are the things which really matter

all the little hurdles I set up to make me fail
crumble to the ground when you're gone
there's only memories and little pleasures
to keep me from falling apart

damn, this chocolate tastes good
I'm thankful I've got something to eat
grateful for this fire to warm my feet
these are the things which really matter

all the little hurdles I set up to make me fail
crumble to the ground when you're gone
there's only memories and little pleasures
to keep me from falling apart

the rain doesn't seem to even think of stopping
I try not to think of the hours I'm dropping
into the face of the demon that follows
and tries to take all my time and make it wither

all the little hurdles I set up to make me fail
crumble to the ground when you're gone
there's only memories and little pleasures
to keep me from falling apart

listening to Elliott Smith
I'm thankful he sat down to write these songs
I love him for singing his pain so strong
because it makes me feel alive and somewhat precious

Posted Saturday, February 13th 2010