the path between my bedroom and the living room is evil. you see...its a path i must often take, shuffling between the television and laptop (the two essentials in life). however, in-between the path lies the kitchen spilling with temptation (read: FOOD) and sadly, my will power always falter under seduction, even in the wee hours, even if my brain tells my tired heart (exhaustingly pumping blood through my clogged vessels) enough is enough. one new year resolution down, two more to go. im terribly ashamed.

I'm wasting the hours floating in my bed
And placing sunflowers over my head
You're facing the doorway waiting for a sign
To stop me in some way from crossing the line

And if you walk real slow
Hereby I fall
And if you walk real slow
Hereby I'll call your name

[I-NEED-A-TAG :D]