marzo 05, 2008

And the pain is starting to slip away,

I'm in a backless dress on a pastel ward that's shining Think I wan't you still but there may be pills at work

Do you really wanna know how I was dancing on the floor?

I was trying to fool you when I'm crawling up the door and theres a tune at things you say that you don't do. Why don't you wreck?