The very mention of neurotic inquires and I am all over it.
I drink coffee like a mad woman and I like a plaid pantry worker's eyes.
How crazy can one year get?
An extremely important disease entering,
when only I can say adieu.
how utterly sure can one person get?
When there is no way to start again
and you look at those pictures and actually think there could have been any other outcome
Crazy, crazy I'm tellin ya
No comments:
Post a Comment