But I can't help the feeling
I could blow through the ceiling
If I just turn and run
And it wears me out
It wears me out
If I could be who you wanted all the time...
I am totally reminded of lazy afternoons in Bridgewater. Lazy, grey afternoons in early 2004. I wish I was there now.
Wednesday, January 3, 2007
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