Monday, March 8, 2010
and I'm getting ready for winter,
and I don't know if I should start packing or throw things away,
sometimes I wonder if I want to be
Boys with dirty socks, who grow their nails to play the guitar, and write songs about
restless radio stations, the endless loop of sound waves, it's sad, so why not?
who can't think of anything else but to cry, and drink to cry some more.