desperate to hear his name on your breath
this weekend was pretty sweet, i was barely home at all. so sweet. and the whole being nineteen. so sweet. im trying to find a song by the police, but so far no luck. i tried a couple downloads, but it doesnt work. actually ive got one thats just taking a while. hopefully its not a piece of shit version. anyways... i think im going to snag marks guitar now..
i can tell by the sound of your voice
that you probably slept in your clothes again
and haven't left the house all day
you're writing in your diary about how things just never seem to work out
and this time came closer than ever before
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