Seems Like I'm Dying, Three Feet Away

Dec 18, 2004 13:36

she's playing the radio.
i don't know the station though.

casa di loma war viel spass, ja?
well, some.
drank too many coffees.
sad i missed the ASSembley.
but afterwards proved very enjoyable.

i want to watch christmas specials today.
we got our tree this morning. it's usually like the hugest thing i've ever seen. but this year, it's like tristan height...

so i'm thirsty and i have to finish hanging up laundry.

maybe you could hang me from the nail that you cut yourself with, maybe you could cover up the hole that you punched with your fist.

don't you cry dear... i'm not hiding, only blinded. why can't you see?
call me, come back tonight, haunt me. i'm digging a hole but i don't know what for, now i'm falling in deeper as i'm thinking of you again.

how i love the way you walk the way you always flip your hair.
how i love to smell my shirts the ones you always ask to wear.

tresexciting.
(ned)
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