14 July 2005

get behind the wheel, stay in front of the storm

i accomplished a lot today.






when i was driving home i almost called him, but instead i just turned the music up louder and snapped a rubber band.

since when do i pick bright eyes over sex?



i must really be changing.



girls really shouldnt call boys.
if boys want to talk to you, theyll call you.
i promise.








I'd like to sing to you if you'd like me to
I'd like to sing to you if you'd like me to
I'd like to sing, sing, sing, sing, sing to you
Alone

And I'd like to dance with you if you'd like me to
I'd like to dance with you if you'd like me to
I'd like to dance, dance, dance, dance, dance with you
Alone

I'd like to sleep with you if you'd like me to
I'd like to sleep with you if you'd like me to
I'd like to sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep with you
Alone

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