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Oh Yeah? Well what if you've been trying to apologize for the last 3 months and they won't listen? What if you'll never ever get to share your inner most thoughts/secrets/feelings ever again because they won't forgive you? What if the world was coming to an end and you had no one to share it with because they were to god damned stubborn to at least call you and tell you to move on? And what if giving up is impossible because holding on just feels so good?
What if a phone call wasn't a smooth gesture back into your pants it was just a courteous hello or maybe even an apology?
I was on the street in covington a couple of days ago. An old white man in a grey suit with ,yes, a top hat told me he thinks I will die in a year. I don't know if he was a fortune teller but I've dreamt about it every night since then. Regardless, I believe I could be dying, after all, I've experienced everything I want except a Radiohead concert. And that's my only goal for this year.
So fuck all of you, it's crazy time
What if a phone call wasn't a smooth gesture back into your pants it was just a courteous hello or maybe even an apology?
I was on the street in covington a couple of days ago. An old white man in a grey suit with ,yes, a top hat told me he thinks I will die in a year. I don't know if he was a fortune teller but I've dreamt about it every night since then. Regardless, I believe I could be dying, after all, I've experienced everything I want except a Radiohead concert. And that's my only goal for this year.
So fuck all of you, it's crazy time