Nov 6, 2009

You set yourself up again, run back to New York City, sell your new fame. Yeah, with eyes that could cut down the laws, but the camera will one day shoot you down. Oh, you're just a girl living inside a box, so be yourself and dance to the beat of your own drums. Oh, I should have asked you to be mine, I think of it all the time but it's hard when you're picking up loose ends.

1 comment:

Caro said...

you know i love you so, so, so much