God bless the Indian Summer...
Finally, a phone call.And again, I'm dead to the world.
A promise is made that I know you won't keep.
But I wonder anyway.
And I'll linger everyday,
hanging myself by the telephone cord
as I wait for a kiss in the rain or another mistake.
posted by Unknown @ 8:10 PM
1 Comments:
fuck myspace, come back to the dark side
where are you anyway
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