Sep 11, 2005 13:05
Last night I fell asleep next to a liar and I woke up with a shiner.
And it's all that I remember from a night spent lying on my back
with a view of a stone white ceiling and the back of your head.
This dark and quiet bed felt like the middle of nowhere.
We beat each other up just like we always do.
When I'm talking to myself I'd always rather be talking to you.
and being morose
drinks with mikeys mom
home party party home rum n coke
awake laguna beach
we have so much food at this house
i hate you stop talking to me
actually i hate alot of people and if you think im being sarcastic with you
im probably being rude and i hate you
so you also stop talking to me
heard from stevey the other day
i miss him