a wishing well... a living hell ( Read more... )

started a new job - it fucking rules, got the place to myself with no cat (!), the band is picking back up ( Read more... )

It's nights like these that make me sleep all day ( Read more... )

quit fucking bugging me

www.myspace.com/dieseptember

if you want to sign us, get to the back of the line.

And you tear, you tear your hair from roots
From that same head, now twice removed
A lock of hair you said would prove
Our love will never die

Well HA HA HA

There's really nothing that can't be cured by some Conor and whiskey.

Innocence is just measurement
For how many thoughts you have running through your head
I lost it
Some time ago

I'm growing out my hair like it was when I was single ( Read more... )

I'm afriad to feel for my own pulse
What if it's not there?

The future has got me worried, such awful thoughts ( Read more... )

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