Jul 27, 2009 10:08
Good morning! (Again?!)
Another morning starts out the same.
Last night I didn't dream about you,
but I might as well have.
You've given me a new language.
I pretend to share it
but I don't REALLY want people to get it.
Because yes I am saying very beautiful things
but I am also saying very awful things.
It's not my fault you're so hopeless,
I mean I am.