May 06, 2005 20:53
when you say how we dont need to be talking all the fucking time..
when the hate in your voice is so clear. with dial tones and busy phones.
my heart hanging on dry line, sun setting dry birds pecking.
ive let you way to far in.
sometimes im just dying to try and get you out.
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