Tuesday, March 18, 2008
teen angst, mr brightside and old smelling tee shirts
new years day seems light years away
black dresses, i nevers and wishing
i can't remember the way he tastes
old beinnings and new endings
solvent and oceans apart
what is she waiting for
why doesn't he miss me
he likes me for what i show him
not what you've seen
new and white
crayons on my skin
strange dreams coming from your hand
torn up thighs and baby skulls
blue fingers a new and asking stupid questions
danny says, i don't wanna grow up
smoking in your room and running records over and over
i'm gonna spill, who's the lucky boy
or girl
i can't wait to see those cold green mountains
while holding your hand
i'm so lonely
am i holding onto you to close
do you miss me in your bed?
my skin is different colors now
and i'm wondering why you haven't call me yet
she says i could find you if i really tried
maybe she's right maybe she's wrong
but i wanna know, if i had a chance would you let me know
will you buy my flowers?
kiss me again
jackpots, g spots, and . . . .
fickle little bitch romance
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@#$% creep!
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