tomorrow never comes until it's too late: fullstops serve nothing

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Tuesday, April 08, 2008

fullstops serve nothing

Is it over now over something that you overheard It is over dramatized Over complicated, overhit All your clever talk Leaves you tongue-tied It's overkill You wanna fix it with your hands tied You never will I don't wanna play this game no more Back and forth and back Is it over now? So tell me how does it feel So, is it over now Are you yet over me Take it easy now Don't wanna change a thing Don't want my dirty little feet all over everything I took my shoes off That I would enchain over the clean sheets wrapped around that dirty bed Oh, believe me, if I wanted to, baby, I would bury you I keep my hands clean Keep my dignity I leave it all to you

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

you're awesome

12:11 PM  

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