a cry by ash on May 27, 2014 1:18:53 GMT
jazz & attitude
my baby lives in shades of blue; blue eyes and jazz and attitude. he lives in california too, he drives a chevy malibu. and when he calls, he calls for me and not for you. he lives for love, he loves his drugs. he loves his baby too. but i can't fix him, can't make him better, and i can't do nothing about his strange weather. 'cause you are invincible, i can't break through your world. 'cause you live in shades of cool, your heart is unbreakable my baby lives in shades of cool, blue heart and hands and aptitude; he lives for love, for women, too. i'm one of many, one is blue. and when he calls, he calls for me and not for you, he prays for love, he prays for peace, and maybe someone new
They were five warriors with nothing in common, faced with spending a patrol together to explore the twoleg place. in the morning, they had nothing to say, but by midnight, they had bared their souls to each other and become good friends. to the clans, they were simply a brain, an athlete, a basket case, a princess, and a criminal, but to each other, they would always be shades of cool.
