one, two, three, four
tell me that you love me more
sleepless, long nights
that was what my youth was for
oh teenage hope arrive at your door
left you with nothing
but they want some more
you're changing your heart.
Thursday, March 20, 2008
distance does screw things up. i never really thought much of it until...
the past couple of days, the distance between new york and north carolina feels like infinity.
the feeling of being unappreciated.
the pains of making that digital effort.
the formalities.
saying that it would all be alright when in fact i don't know what i'm talking about.
pau
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