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I COLLECT YOUR ISSUES

LIKE A MAGAZINE

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Friday, January 09, 2009

Song

You won't know what I'll be feeling, 'cuz you've always asked for a needle and Novacaine
Someday you'll let down your guard; it comes from behind and it hits like a hurricane
I had said I'd wait but I realized that I don't have time for this heart made of cellophane
You said I can't know what you're feeling, but I looked in your eyes and they read like a weathervane

Possibly a chorus of a new song. Just felt like writing it.

Peace out.

//posted 1/09/2009 12:29:00 AM

2 comments:

Abby J. said...

check your usage of "you're" because it's WRONG.
but other than that, i like the lyrics.

January 9, 2009 at 10:50 PM
Singing Farewell said...

WOW I CAN'T BELIEVE HOW MUCH I SUCK

January 10, 2009 at 11:11 PM

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