it is small, the place a hair comes out of. i think i will see you. i think i will see you because i don't want to, with the embarassment of appearing, once again, awkward. that is what i didn't like about you. the way you shrink, and that is what i don't like about my self. it is crisp over the lines
there are a million excuses and he still has his membership. i want to burn the tapes he gave me and remove everything. but more, i want to remember what was good. there are no easy places to put things and those songs he gave me wrap me up in a kind of protection.
there are a million excuses and he still has his membership. i want to burn the tapes he gave me and remove everything. but more, i want to remember what was good. there are no easy places to put things and those songs he gave me wrap me up in a kind of protection.