![]() i just found a friend . . . in one of your lies, to treat me so nice. |
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reminds me of a certain pal o' mine. hah.
*2003-11-17 : 3:35 p.m. so much time. / so little to do. strike that, reverse it . . . Things can't get much weirder This can't get much worse Don't know why you wouldn't kiss me But it's a good thing I asked you first. You were a big strapping boy with a boner. And I felt it in your goodbye You gave me an evening I'll never forget No matter how hard I try. Yeah you were just mister flirtatious All night just workin' that ass Well you know it's uncool to bring it to school If you don't want to share with the class I am just Mrs. embarresed I feel like a dirty old man I've got my eye on a guy That just moved out of mom's house With his pretty head stuck in the sand You've earned yourself a place in my memory By being the one who said no Where are my fucking car keys I think I'll just go Surprise surprise now you miss me Now that I'm not in your face Surprise surprise now you're calling me Now that you feel safe Do you think that I could be your prom date You could do us a stiff little dance Except that this isn't high school, baby And you had your chance You had your chance You've earned yourself a place in my memory By being the one who said no Now where are my fucking car keys I think I should go Hey look! car keys... bye! ..things can't get much weirder This can't get much worse Don't know why you wouldn't kiss me But it's a good thing I asked you first. You were a big strapping boy with a boner. And I felt it in your goodbye You're leaving I'll never forget No matter how hard I try No matter how hard I try |
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>> 4:05 : blatant female conspiracy. current archive profile guestbook notes rings poetic tragedy. bitch and moan. cast. random photos. lucky designs host |
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>> this isnt' high school. Wearing: jeans, green and white saddle shoes with pink and white checkered laces, an orange tank top and a vintage orange/red/yellow/brown/green apron that was my mom's back in the day. Talking to: no one. it's all you, suga'. Feeling: jim dandy. Listening to: jet's "get born". |
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>> hurry up and wait. eeeebaaaay.. - 2005-03-04 it's for the love of the song. - 2005-02-15 play the piano drunk like a percussion instrument.. - 2004-11-10 ..til the fingers begin to bleed a bit. - 2004-11-10 maybe we'll get lucky and we'll both live again. - 2004-11-06 |
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>> there's always someone who's gotta spoil it for the rest of the gang. cheeseballs drayke himfan xgeekxcorex milkweasel deadforweeks yummgotrice theclashboy american-emo mylitlepony buriedaliive tumyeto after-you velvethrsday boo-on-spam poopyface schlimazlnik or bored? skateboarding is a lifestyle. not a fad. homestarrunner.net, it's .com. someone is giving me the evil eye.
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>> the past can kick your ass. "punks lament lost love, vocal chords." this summer rocked my socks off. and at the same time . . . it was so sad . . . |
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>> sink to the beat. * i used to be sad, now i'm just bored with you. * (- lyrics by ryan adams.) |