(no subject)
I swear. . .
There is nothing like you.
As simple as two lines may seem.
I'm so far gone these days,
Withdrawn into a Spartan existence,
Loving every minute of it,
If only for the hope of finding something,
That hurts as much as I'd like.
When are you gonna come down?
When are you going to land?
That's really kind of gay.
Really.
There is nothing like you.
As simple as two lines may seem.
I'm so far gone these days,
Withdrawn into a Spartan existence,
Loving every minute of it,
If only for the hope of finding something,
That hurts as much as I'd like.
When are you gonna come down?
When are you going to land?
That's really kind of gay.
Really.