They say we're better late than never, and this is the real price of fuel.

Jun 22, 2005 16:24

I woke up late, my hands too calloused and my skin too thick.
Vague memories of midnight flash in time to morning sunlight. Wake up not knowing exactly where we are.

& it's so sad that nobody loves you, but I can barely like you.

Sincerely, colder.
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