So I suppose that the best way to tackle this is... -Rip out my tounge so I can't speak to you -Gouge out my eyes so I can't look at you -Cut off my legs so I can't be near you
And I know, and I know, it just doesn't feel like a night out with no one sizing you up. I've never felt so surruptisious so, of course, you'll be distracted when I spike the punch.
Raindrops on roses and the girls in white dresses And the sleeping with the roaches and the taking best guesses At the shade of the sheets before all the stains And a few more of your least favorite things.
** If you read this, even if I don't speak to you often, you must post a memory of me. It can be anything you want, just so long as it happened. Then post this to your journal. See what people remember about you. **