03/21/2009
saturday night and i’m all glued shut
i’m inside out, inside a rut
someone throw me a paintbrush, ’cause i can’t find color
i think i’m sad.
i think i’m lost.
i think i’m insecure.
i think i think way too much.
saturday night and i’m all glued shut
i’m inside out, inside a rut
someone throw me a paintbrush, ’cause i can’t find color
i think i’m sad.
i think i’m lost.
i think i’m insecure.
i think i think way too much.
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oh dear,lets. where are you these days? i am by the airport. perhaps we can bring each other some comfort. i want to see you. myspace me. love.
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