It's a love hate thing with words I hide behind them yet they always seem to give me away. I can't remember the last thought I wrote down that I didn't go back and edit.
You got it right chief I'm not quite as cool as I pretend to be.
Monday, January 28, 2008
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Dazzle me a broken heart
Just because you’re not in my head doesn't mean I can't feel you running through my veins, I can't tell you how many times I wished you weren't my brand of heroin.
Sunday, January 20, 2008
The smell of lemon pine-sol makes her sick and she can drink like a fish
And to think I was starting to gain faith in humanity.
Here I'll set the scene: wake up at five o' clock the next day to the smell of tequila and cigarettes and the air's drunk with regrets. I have to convince myself that this is nothing short of living the American dream....so I snuggle in close and pretend that this is all I've ever wanted.
Here I'll set the scene: wake up at five o' clock the next day to the smell of tequila and cigarettes and the air's drunk with regrets. I have to convince myself that this is nothing short of living the American dream....so I snuggle in close and pretend that this is all I've ever wanted.
Monday, January 14, 2008
story board romance
I love the glances we steal over cigarette smoke, I guess that’s as far as our romance goes. The sweetest thing you ever said was "I can't wait till you let me inside your head." I know I should give you up ...but your something I 'v never had before.
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