Jul 30, 2007 19:41
let’s
stay late
forget to pray
love to hate
be sad be gay
and never gain weight
get laid
let’s
have fun
die young
play guns
hold back and
do things wrong
fall down
we’ll
stay awake
until we’re late
forsake
at any rate
if we’re fake
it’s a shame
let’s
press pedal
go meddle
count petals
heavy metal
and when it’s said I’ll
be better
poem,
boston era