This town wears me out.
One phone call, two hundred bucks.
Boston here I come!
Monday, March 31, 2008
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Saturday, March 29, 2008
for one of you (#4)
my stomach still turns,
but in a very good way,
when i think of you
there is so much love
that i'm not sure what to do-
cut my stomach out?
but in a very good way,
when i think of you
there is so much love
that i'm not sure what to do-
cut my stomach out?
for one of you (#3)
there's something creepy
i can't put my finger on
you might need a friend
sometimes we don't see
the things that are going on
right inside of us
i can't put my finger on
you might need a friend
sometimes we don't see
the things that are going on
right inside of us
for one of you (#2)
whatever we had
is such a strange memory
i can't remember
and now i don't know
where we could possibly stand-
maybe on a crack
we hope there is not
another earthquake to shake
our foundation
is such a strange memory
i can't remember
and now i don't know
where we could possibly stand-
maybe on a crack
we hope there is not
another earthquake to shake
our foundation
for one of you (#1)
i am over here
thinking of you and hoping
that you are okay
and missing your hugs-
thinking about the niceness
of being with you
remembering times
we made people sick because
we love each other
thinking of you and hoping
that you are okay
and missing your hugs-
thinking about the niceness
of being with you
remembering times
we made people sick because
we love each other
Friday, March 28, 2008
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
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