gavin jules

I took Cutie for a ride in my Death Cab. She tipped me with a kiss, I dropped her off at the meth lab. Before she left she made a Dashboard Confessional, and spilled her guts in Cursive. But whats worse is I could still see her Bright Eyes like Sunny Day Real Estate, oh my and in a funny way this irritates. So high but no chance My little Chemical Romance left a bad taste in my mouth. But I imposed her like, "Hey Mercedes why the long face? Why you cryin? Theres no need. Just put on this Coheed and Fallout" Boy meets girl, Jimmy Eat World. But Schlep eats pills till hes all out, not once not twice she was Thrice times a lady. Actin all Brand New, but I had to bounce over to The Postal Service's to pick up these pills that take care of my nervousness. And all the way I saw Planes that were Mistooken for Stars. She played games but she took em too far, At the Drive In, watching soft porn and you can tell By the Trail of the Dead, that there was somethin in the popcorn. I hop in my cab, destination Midtown, just to Get Up with some Kids that like to get down. I'd made my rounds and that was that, In between the frowns and scraps and heart attacks. And I remember I seen her ass in Early November on a Thursday, Taking Back Sunday for a refund. She shot a wink like no hard feelings. Then she Jetted to Brazil man them pills had me spun.Yeah, this is The Story of the Year right here. This is Hot Water Music, put ya rhyme into it.