this means nothing to me.
03/18/2004 09:04 p.m.
One more connection cut off by affection. One tank short on gas, one bullet built to crash. These broken lungs have little air left, if some. The cause and effect is as simple as a car wreck. One light flashing, over guessing. If not for the life, then this thought of you. It’s a stupid thing to think that I won’t lose, when all I want is this: To be more of the friends that sometimes kiss.
I am currently Bleh
I am listening to nada