Excuse Me While I Fall Apart.... (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} onefallenstar) wrote,@ 2004-02-05 00:20:00 |
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Is This How A Toy Feels When Its Batteries Run Dry?
i have lots of crap on my mind..don't know how to get it off.
i just need to have lots of fun without boys. i mean i have so much fun with my lovey but yeah i need a different kind of fun i think.
btw..fuck all you whores who have meaningless sex..i hope your feel less empty inside because of it.HAHAHAHA..
.x.You breathe softly
And move in slow motion
We keep a firm grip on this moment
Cuz it will never last as long
As we want it to
So let's make the best of a great situation
I think I'll start at your ears
Work my way down to your neck
Roll over your collarbone
End up at your chest
Hipbones are calling my name
Only I can hear their plea
Serve as handles for the night
Skin like silk becomes slippery
Let's make the best of a great situation
Like every good story there must be an end
It's the only way we can relive this again
So let it go and wave goodbye
Happiness is a handful of days away
It's easier to count the days than hours
We learned that the hard way
The number is lesser in value
And easier to swallow.x.
i have lots of crap on my mind..don't know how to get it off.
i just need to have lots of fun without boys. i mean i have so much fun with my lovey but yeah i need a different kind of fun i think.
btw..fuck all you whores who have meaningless sex..i hope your feel less empty inside because of it.HAHAHAHA..
And move in slow motion
We keep a firm grip on this moment
Cuz it will never last as long
As we want it to
So let's make the best of a great situation
I think I'll start at your ears
Work my way down to your neck
Roll over your collarbone
End up at your chest
Hipbones are calling my name
Only I can hear their plea
Serve as handles for the night
Skin like silk becomes slippery
Let's make the best of a great situation
Like every good story there must be an end
It's the only way we can relive this again
So let it go and wave goodbye
Happiness is a handful of days away
It's easier to count the days than hours
We learned that the hard way
The number is lesser in value
And easier to swallow.x.
