[2:49 p.m.] : [2001-05-02]
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left uninspired by the pages of your manuscript. i took my thumb off the concrete and saved up all my strength. it wasn't quite what it had seemed: a lack of pleasentries (my able body isn't what it used to be). i must admit i was charmed by your advances: your advantage left me helplessly into you. -title track- this won't be the last you'll here from me: it's just the start. i hope he keeps you up for days like you did to me. i will hold up a candle to you to singe your skin. brace yourself: i'm bent with bitterness. when your apologies fail to ring true,(you're) so slick with that sarcastic slew of phrases like 'i thought you knew', while keeping me in hot pursuit. -for what reason- _death_cab_for cutie_ |
