i understand. |
she hung with thieveskicked up dirty leavesshe was a maniacno ones heart attackshe got aroundslept on the bad side of townshe was cooler than you,way cooler than meshe was true, all blinded and bruise...
Posted by on Wed, 01 Jul 2009 18:32:00 GMT |
blood bank |
Well I met you at the blood bankWe were looking at the bagsWondering if any of the colorsMatched any of the names we knew on the tagsYou said "see look thats yours!Stacked on top with your brother'sSe...
Posted by on Mon, 22 Jun 2009 12:16:00 GMT |
inmates |
When you said you loved me, did you really love me?Or did the words just spill out like drool on my pillow?Because I was naked when you said those wordsBut I felt covered in your whispered worshipAnd ...
Posted by on Tue, 09 Jun 2009 07:00:00 GMT |
spread it round. |
Posted by on Wed, 04 Mar 2009 09:00:00 GMT |
booo yah! |
yo check it. thats really annoying hes supposed to be my you know rebound haha my my uh guy thats waiting for me. ::bumping it:: "what do you have to say about that?"::sniffing sound::that. booy yah m...
Posted by on Tue, 20 Jan 2009 19:55:00 GMT |
i want... |
a down syndrome doll right this second. i dont see the problem.
Posted by on Wed, 07 Jan 2009 09:42:00 GMT |
The Radiator Hums |
Dinner's getting cold --You haven't touched a thingSo what's it gonna be?I can hold out much longer than youWhen it's steady I'm just acting out my rolesWhen you're ready I'll be walking out that door...
Posted by on Fri, 08 Aug 2008 04:23:00 GMT |
aint that some shit? |
And you don't know meBut you owe meA little time to find some piece of mindAnd when you hold meI'm not so lonelyIt will be difficult to leave this life behind-her space holiday
Posted by on Fri, 01 Aug 2008 02:43:00 GMT |
Hang me up to dry |
Careless in our summer clothes splashing aroundin the muck and the mileCareless in our summer clothes splashing aroundin the muck and the milefell asleep with stainscake deep in the kneeswhat a painno...
Posted by on Mon, 26 May 2008 19:50:00 GMT |
nothing gets crossed out |
The future has got me worried, such awful thoughts.My head is a carousel of pictures.The spinning never stops.I just want someone to walk in frontand I'll follow the leader.Like when I fell under the ...
Posted by on Wed, 30 Apr 2008 20:44:00 GMT |
