Those boon times went bust my feet filled with dust, they dried like clay, and the red isn't the red we painted Its more of a rust. and the signature thing? that used to bring a following, oh fuck I have trouble now even remembering.
I knew that to keep in touch would do me deep in dutch because it isn't the rush of remembering Its just mush and the signature thing? Is only growing harrowing
I should have no trouble now to keep from following.
So why did I kiss him so hard late last Friday night and keep on letting him change all my plans? I'm either so sick in the head and mad down in love or I need to be bled dry, to continue because I just really really love him.
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