Monday, December 05, 2005

You always fold just before you're found out
Drink up
It's last call, last resort,
But only the first mistake

These words are all I have so I'll write them
So you need them just to get by

Why don't you show me the little bit of spine
You've been saving for his mattress, love


I only want sympathy in the form of you crawling into bed with me


any and all comments or responses are welcome at boofydb@yahoo.com

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