Thursday, March 27, 2008
evening, or early morning
they all run like scared little rabbits, run rabbit run, run rabbit, run rabbit run
worst birthday present ever
maybe your right,
skipping form rock to rock
it's cool denver and i'll be over it
i should have stayed with you
i was running away
' little nymph like personality'
lairs, everything last one of them, well
almost
it's just, they're all distractions
it's not like your the one
your just the one i saw first, takkun
i hope you forgive me
lubbock, new orleans, what next the shores of californian
there's a lot of tinkerbell in the monitor
feedback, lollipops, and 3 years
is long time to find out what my skin tastes like
(neverland)
i'm glad you didn't run away,
i was so much older then i'm younger than that now
i'm crying for the first time
but i didn't
it's nothing (pour rein) i don't think it's any big deal
you're perhaps the only boy who's ever meet
peterpan
click clack i write better, and bigger and strangely with less to prove
go figure
intimidating, but not like you think,
are you for real
yeah, if you said that's what you wanted i'd let you have it.
captan hook keeps changing faces
and i was gonna tell you early to day but i forgot,
i'd be alone for you if you (i) wanted
maybe it's good when boys piss me off,
my writing becomes, juicer
blue mondays and
but my horoscope said so!
maybe i'm wrong about why you are trouble
it just sounds an awful lot like
' i think i could fall in love you'
it's not that i like you too much, it's that
you like me too much
oh, but what do i know.
. . . . . . . .
i know, i like your new found music,
black and white
glasses, skulls and i nevers
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment