but if you think i'll take a bullet for you, you're dreaming
sleeping twelve hour stretches. i'm trying to figure out if this is: my body's way of recharging itself, or: a sign of something like sickness. i just really don't want to do a whole lot. just listen to music and read and move things around my room for the last time.
because i always have this little fantasy of having free time, and filling it up with the lists i've made of things i'd love to do. but in the end i am just like my mother.
and i will pack my clothes, and on friday i'll be gone (there's gonna be a party when the wolves come home
because i always have this little fantasy of having free time, and filling it up with the lists i've made of things i'd love to do. but in the end i am just like my mother.
and i will pack my clothes, and on friday i'll be gone (there's gonna be a party when the wolves come home