a near miss or a close call
i keep a room at the hospital
i scratch my accidents into the wall
i couldnt wait to breath your breath
i cut in line
i bled to death
i got to you
there was nothing left.
i keep a room at the hospital
i scratch my accidents into the wall
i couldnt wait to breath your breath
i cut in line
i bled to death
i got to you
there was nothing left.
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i think my impending departure for california calls for one last visit to boston...
AND you spout forth divine poetry.
I'm pretty sure no one is cooler then you, Leaf. I really mean this.
I have to work on that Bailey Fan Club idea, damn it. I keep meaning to get the ball rolling but when you're stuck behind bars like I am it is SO tough to do these things ...
Ooops, did I just drop the soap?
-Scotty