no ones gonna read this anyway
i completely forgot about this song.
goddamnit.
the elliott smith thing has gotten to me now.
and its keeping me up at night. that and a million other things. everything is over.
fuck fuck fuck. fuck.
um.
turn white like a saint
im tired of dancing on a pot of gold
flaked paint
oh we're so very
precious you and i
and everything that you do
makes me wanna die
oh i just told the biggest lie.
...
fucking hell. last night. goddamn, i cant even make sentences. i wish i didnt have to work tomorrow, i wish to GOD. but....
ill make it.
motherfucker.
goddamnit.
the elliott smith thing has gotten to me now.
and its keeping me up at night. that and a million other things. everything is over.
fuck fuck fuck. fuck.
um.
turn white like a saint
im tired of dancing on a pot of gold
flaked paint
oh we're so very
precious you and i
and everything that you do
makes me wanna die
oh i just told the biggest lie.
...
fucking hell. last night. goddamn, i cant even make sentences. i wish i didnt have to work tomorrow, i wish to GOD. but....
ill make it.
motherfucker.