Monday, February 4, 2008
cocaine skin.
i'm collecting your lettersand putting them in a place
that you dont know
and these winter words are the next big things
we'll put on a show
so if you leave
you cannot go
it's your key
i guess i'm not
some woman's face down with a mexican
on the side of the road
and she said "its time for the strongest groups of coolness
to let go"
so if i leave
will you come?
so i dream
if they really want
it's a firing squad
it's a firing squad
michelle at 8:43 PM