I'm all Elliott Smith, now
So inspired to be
Anger and sadness, struggle, regret
A liberating spark I need
to enlighten, to see to blame
Once an angel, goodness became
all pain and misery
And for refusing to accept
this identity, you who don't deserve it
Mistreated because they were first done so
No. It's NOT right. Not life
Now considered suicide,
even at my height
As low as can be. Been
all scowl and grunt in its face
What'll die inside
The hatred in me
This sisyphean task
Quiet, boiling rage in
love & no compromise,
at war...
with a girl...
...
... just like Elliott was ...

that's the line

I'm having his babies

creepy!

Have you listened to his music yet?
You need to!!!!

http://www.myspace.com/jontreemusic

not bad, but still don't want his babies!

hahahhaha

interesting