Photobooth, Death Cab For Cutie
You were so condescending,
as the alcohol drained the days.
And as the summer's ending,
the cold air will rush your hard heart away.
Sweet Twisted Romance.
Happiness is,
Peppermint coffee in the morning at CoffeeBean
when the weather is wet and cold,
and you have a Barbie you Love to hold (:
So tigger me happy,
1672.
Out of B's 1913 songs in her Ipod,
I found 38 I would listen to, for real.
I want Candycanes now,
Damn badly.
Will anyone get me Candycanes now?!
Or I'll just have to stare at this.
Dammit is this sad or what.
I love Candy Canes, fuck.
Suicide, blasphemy and make-believe.
Is it time to revolt yet?
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
Posted by
Michelle
at
4:58 PM
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