| Current mood: | Runny nose |
| Current music: | Refridgerator buzzing |
This is older then I'd like
Plastic sky
Paper moon, I cut you so wrong
I couldn’t find the edges of a midnight song
The frustration that comes with a summer heat
Things I can’t change that pin me to the street
I wanted to know what it was to make you feel right
Instead I broke my back and cursed the night
May the Somethingth 2005
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