Tuesday, February 26, 2008
he use to look down on me, smiling,
sneering.
i can smell you again, it makes me lonely inside my stomach.
where are all my love letters?
i don't dare look at them.
it reminds me of me, me, me,
what do you do when you have no one to take with you to the deserted island.
the runner up has given up, and you need someone to take you to the prom.
clean sheets and awkward awakenings.
do you like american music?
it's like the ultimate break up song for me.
rubber bands break.
and i can't deny it you've made me heart broken, jett.
remember when you told me after her you didn't believe in it anymore?
you never thought it could happen again.
that's the way you've left me feeling.
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