Thursday, January 13, 2011

3 posts one day

poem/song lyrics

like the pacific,
without any water in it,
just bones of boats
and rats killing everything
the oil didn't,
that's how i feel about at least
half of these 'friendships'
that's why i'm
getting restless,

so i'll hold your hand if you're
getting scared,
i just came into some money
so if you want to get out of here,
just do your hair up tight
for the ride,
cuz i'll drop the top
and we could hit the 401 together

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