Sunday, June 22, 2008

she's come undone.

I cannot go to the ocean
I cannot drive the streets at night
I cannot wake up in the morning
Without you on my mind

I'm so tired of being a whipper-snapper. I'm ready just to be a snapper.
Goodbye, my almost lover.


I want new music. But I have no itunes allowance.

I'm going to read. And try and get him off my mind.

"near to you."

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