Monday, October 30, 2006
So I'll flip a coin,
and just maybe
I'll be able to buy you out of my head.
I'm holding onto you on a bike
that we've hired until tomorrow.
We're always full of empty swears,
pretend promises,
and silly hollow words.
Hey,
just don't let me fall alseep feeling empty again.
Just something.
10:45 PM