February 2012
464 posts
So if I had a dime for every time you walked away, you could bet your bottom dollar that I’d be filthy rich by noon today
But your pockets, they are empty, yeah, and mine are times two So why not make an about face, and accept the love I send to you?
You’re never gonna be content if you don’t try try to see outside your line. There you go, you did it again! You act as if...
I’m a ne’er do well Running off black gold It’s high time I pulled over and walked around a while I’ve seen the porcelain shell Your exoskeleton And I feel like we walk well together Because in the end, we are friends and lovers If asked of me I would Gobble them to bits The things that wall us off from Where we belong What’s wrong with you is good for what’s...
