terça-feira, 3 de maio de 2011

maybe the worst is over

what really kills me is I'm only lonely when i talk to you yeah i should have told you i just cant handle your endless sorrow all i wanted from you was some tomorrow but its ok I'll find a bookstore and buy Saul Bellow & one about old ruins for my mother you never met her she liked manhattans they taste like mouthwash she understood how to be alone all alone all alone