it's not a party if it happens every night
so, i just got home... i've been constantly tripping on SOMETHING for the past week... it's been sweet. my life is great right now. but, like the postal service song says- "it's not a party if it happens every night." so, true. it's becoming habit. but, i don't care.
who left a rose on my doorstep? and did they know that i always imagined someone doing something like that for me? you're sweet.
"whaddya say we get HIIIIIIIGH? but, i'm so tiredd of days that feel like the nights."
who left a rose on my doorstep? and did they know that i always imagined someone doing something like that for me? you're sweet.
"whaddya say we get HIIIIIIIGH? but, i'm so tiredd of days that feel like the nights."