I wish to feel smaller
under your sheets.
I wish for the whole truth
every time you speak.
I'm thinkin' about how you care half as much for me
While I watch you arrive, smoke cigarettes, sleep...
And I guess it doesn't matter what I say or what I seem
You stuck what I felt for you in the pocket of your jeans
Ignoring me the morning after
isn't enough
and I swear I'm gonna cry.
I'm sick of tryin' to be tough.
And my blood won't stick
To the confines of my veins.
And your heart
Is gonna tear mine away.
And I wish to feel smaller under your hands,
though you seem satisfied as you slip mine
down your pants.
And I'm thinkin' about how you care half as much for me
While you lift up my shirt after asking politely.
Yeah, I swear I'm gonna cry.
I'm sick of tryin' to be tough.
i didnt know sexy had left
Killing Me Softly
Thirteen
Beavis and Butthead Do America
Dazed and confused
DAVE THE BARBARIAN
The Girls Next Door
Inked
Veronica Mars
O'Grady
Degrassi
Andy Milonkis
So Weird
and anything on Fuse
I watch too much T.V. to read
Broday Dalle is hot.