friends are funny like that

blind eye, and i'll call you nothing else.

you want cheap bourbon dreams and dank hotel rooms in the saddest parts of the city and think only of standing in the most beauiful yards and enjoying only the finest of fragrences. so i'll tell you what i mean and i think you might just take it wrong, but i know, i know, you haven't thought about any of it in a long time.

i hope your sleeping well, i'm never going to smile the way i did when i was standing next to you.

2003-05-13 | 8:56 p.m.
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