I don't know what to do with you.

Oct 19, 2004 03:32

Cause you don't know what you do to me.

I saw you tonight because I can't help myself. You left your check book in my car. I think you did it on purpose.
"Fuck you."
My hands are covered in spray paint as usual. Project mayhem is in full effect. The highlight of the night was the cop car. And the satisfaction I got from doing it and then showing you all of it.
"Fuck you."
Do you even know that I'm rubbing it in your face? I want you to want me so bad you can't stand it.
"Fuck you again."
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