sábado, 27 de noviembre de 2010

You wouldn't like me.


Well I can't stop talking for fear of listening to unwelcome sound. And you haven't called me in weeks and honestly it's bringing me down. Oh I feel like I wouldn't like me if I met me. I feel like you wouldn't like me if you met me. And don't you worry there's still time. And don't you worry there's still time. There's nothing to live for when I'm sleeping alone. And I wash the windows outside in hopes that the glare will bring you around.

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