another new poem
theres a lump in my throat i cant explain
my heart beats in my neck
im all out of breath
i chased your car as you drove off
i ran six blocks till my shoes wore out
you packed up everything that was yours in our loft
but you left the ring around your finger and the photographs
i took of you with that other guy
theres a lump in my throat i cant explain
my heart beats in my neck
im all out of breath
i chased your car as you drove off
i ran six blocks till my shoes wore out
you packed up everything that was yours in our loft
but you left the ring around your finger and the photographs
i took of you with that other guy
cheevo:
Dude, it was totaly fucking sick. It was the most rock'n'roll thing ever. It was unanimously the most hardcore show that any of us have ever been to. Like seriously, rock'n'roll to the limit. You should have Rick tell you in detail, because I can't describe the majesty in simple text.