Tuesday, October 13, 2009

To be honest.

I shouldn’t have been honest and I wish you weren’t straight-forward. We sit in your car and the silences between songs were never awkward before. Do you notice that now? Do you see that everything you do gives me chills? No, you’re too distracted by her. “Thin limbed, gorgeous brown eyes,” -- yeahs, I hope you go straight to hell.

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