Dec 28, 2005 17:50
She got a new apartment
It's out in the escartment.
and in her glove compartment.
our my songs.
She hasn't even heard them.
Since she found out what the words meant.
She decided she'd preferred them, all wrong.
Kinda like the last time.
With a bunch of really fast rhymes.
If we're living in the past times.
Soon gone.
--brilliant--