Jun 07, 2011 09:01
Late night driving across Indiana, Blonde Redhead, 80 miles per hour, a shooting star (don't tell anyone), post cards, regrets, another shooting star (can you keep a secret?) (and what I wished about), I should have wished you better, I'm sorry I come off as an asshole, and I'm sorry I made your boyfriend mad, and I'm crazy and I'm hurt, and dry sinuses, warm beds, what would your mother say?, no showers, shitty TV, turn off the radio, you had your chance.
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