"Old tin cups, little paper dolls
All wrapped up, in ribbons, bows, and hearts
Old tin cups, and little paper dolls
All wrapped up, in the ribbons of your heart
Well the ghost has got me running
Well the ghost has got me running
Away from you, away from you, away..."
i am stuck in the middle of a million different scenarios that play themselves out in my head and the reality of each and every situation i actually get myself into.
"heartache? really?"
i do believe my eyes and ears are playing tricks on me. perhaps they always do and much like this post, poor planning and sentence structure isn't going to make any of this right.
"come back to me, just come back..."
All wrapped up, in ribbons, bows, and hearts
Old tin cups, and little paper dolls
All wrapped up, in the ribbons of your heart
Well the ghost has got me running
Well the ghost has got me running
Away from you, away from you, away..."
i am stuck in the middle of a million different scenarios that play themselves out in my head and the reality of each and every situation i actually get myself into.
"heartache? really?"
i do believe my eyes and ears are playing tricks on me. perhaps they always do and much like this post, poor planning and sentence structure isn't going to make any of this right.
"come back to me, just come back..."
rnathanw:
Wow! Whiskeytown! That's great, though the sentiment seems a little sad. 