Friday, July 31, 2009

I Want To Get Out. (May 21, 2009)

Listening to the same song over and over again
makes me feel better.
I need the song started over
your crying made me miss my
favorite part.
I feel the smooth skin slightly brush against
the backside of my arm. I need the song
started over, your crying made me miss my
favorite part. (your eyes are greener)
I hear the exclamation point. Do do do do...
Lay back, the song is almost over. I try to
hear you out, but I dozed off. I need the
song started over, your crying made me
miss my favorite part. (your eyes are meaner)
Rachael, it's times like these I wonder. Do do do do...
Plays pretty for baby.

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