losing a game of cards to the saint of why don't you cry about it?
Sunday, Oct. 10, 2004
carry on. fancying yourself an architect of moments like these, aren't ya? yeah, i read the book behind your eyes.i gotta hand it to you though. with all these bruises and this deformed ego, you've made it so that i can't live without you.
and everytime i open my mouth, not one regretting word passes my lips, but they're all prayers for you to come back.
each word is your name.
