I'm writing from the bedroom; I'm ennui and in my cups.
All the kids are kissing in the bathroom, licking bags to get their ups.
I've gotten three proposals since I left home and none have left me impressed.
It's getting much harder to say no and even harder to say yes.
You met a naff annihilator whose treasure was her trap, and when she wrapped her legs around your head you knew you wouldn't get it back! It's been 16 days since I've left home, 16 days too long, and what she does feels oh, so right (so you know it must be wrong).
Now I'm writing 'cause I miss you, and I'm writing 'cause I'm stuck. All these strangers all around me, they don't seem to give a ********. I'm tired of sleeping in strange beds and I've done more than you allow. I've had enough of jetsetting and I want to come back now.
 dyejob · Fri Mar 21, 2008 @ 08:45am · 0 Comments |
