Dec 07, 2004 12:17
We slid in cold colors and dark songs
I can’t stand to well anymore
I once had a pet cockroach, that I want you to know all about
Sometimes words don’t come out, and I go crazy
I want to leave here with you and be gone forever
If only I was strong enough to turn right, my car wouldn’t make it very far anyways…
20 in 24!