Monday, July 11, 2011

Tonight

Shaking like a dog shitting razorblades, waking up next to nothing after dreaming of you and me, Im waking up all alone, waking up so relieved.
While youre taking your time with apologies, Im making my plans for revenge, red eyes on orange horizons, if columbus was wrong Id drive straight off the edge.
Id drive straight off the edge.


{Dear Matt Skiba, will you marry me?}


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