my coffee's cold, your hands are too
my head's on fire when i'm with you
your love's a storm, but mine is lukewarm
we've sailed halfway around the earth
i wish that i could see your worth
your love's so thick that i am seasick
used to like you, now i hate you
this is stupid after everything we've been through
Monday, November 30, 2009
Go away
Rambled by Robert Chase at Monday, November 30, 2009
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