A chorus from the corners. A verse in a minor. A measure; sixes over eights. A massive headache tied to the treble...and the clicking gears. A phone pulse. A dead dial tone. I'll be sleeping by 10am... I'll still be awaiting your message.
That's the hundreth sunrise this summer...she's getting predictable...she's getting lonely.
When we have nothing is when we start to desire so much, or even a little bit more. But then we get what we've been hoping for and we hold on to it...but we might not question it enough, we might not delve into the keys
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Best summer yet. It's seven and I am going to bed I love life Mandolin Heh My paper weight schedule is full/amazing But I cant goto Silverstein because i work. I work at 4:30...I have to sleep
He is everything anyone should ever want in a guy. I'm not being gay, im just saying that he's a cool guy. I'd buy him lunch... He starves alot.. And he gets his G2 august fourth. Good man
anyway, abouit camping, i hated it, it was shitty because justin wasnt there. oh well, thats life