to you, emotional stings are on my guitar. and i want to see you out with her so she can her me. she needs to know the song about the only time you took me out and let me get lost going to the bathroom at the drive-in. my encore will be the one about how i always cried around you but i can't remember if it was all your fault or not. i want to see her bob her head and sit in awe as i belt out th note that she could never reach. and i want her to escape your grasp when she wants to come compliment me...when you don't want her to find out the truth.

12/14/2003

Posted on 12/14/2003
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