For the glory boys at your bedside will love you
As long as you're something to own
The walls are too thin to keep the creeps from hearing me. My fan doesn't blow fast enough to keep the mosquitos from eating me. Each time it blew, I popped a sand bag with a blood red pin. Sometimes just to hear it laugh. Or sigh. Or moan. You're on holiday while Peter Pan's shadow is darkening my door.
I often wonder these days: what kan I do?
As long as you're something to own
The walls are too thin to keep the creeps from hearing me. My fan doesn't blow fast enough to keep the mosquitos from eating me. Each time it blew, I popped a sand bag with a blood red pin. Sometimes just to hear it laugh. Or sigh. Or moan. You're on holiday while Peter Pan's shadow is darkening my door.
I often wonder these days: what kan I do?
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erica:
I will indeedy. Who knew you knew me that well? You're too smart to fall in that big ol' trap.
hypnogogic:
Don't cry for me, Argentina 