Jan 27, 2006 00:29
i'm gonna blow this damn candle out
i dont want no body coming over to my table i got nothin to talk to anybody about
all good dreamers pass this way sometimes hiding in bottles, in dark cafes, dark cafes
only a dark cocoon before I get my gorgeous ways and fly away
only a phase, these dark cafe days
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i met a boy.
he's not a prospect.
but he's fun. sometimes.
let's talk over pizza. soon.
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