And he said, "You're my Thursday girl,"

Jan 26, 2005 21:30

They'll try to tell me that I'm crazy for thinking the way I do. But I happen to think that its the best damn idea, yet.

I spent the afternoon in the park swinging.
I spent the evening laying in the graveyard.
I spent the night dying in this misery of accidental kisses gone stray.

You think you're so special, you're not even close. You mean the least, but you take the most.

Sometimes I'm better off alone; sometimes has become home.
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