here i am. lonely. monday night. pmsing. i think crying while listening to coldplay’s first cd and reblogging everything on tumblr sounds like a good night.
ever so sweet, you make this seem. the way things go, it’s not my fault. and i’ll miss, i’ll miss you so good. oh all of those nights..we lost our way back home. ever so sweet you baked it in cakes for me. what you left behind, it hurts my teeth. bring in the past with the postcards you sent for. every lie, it brings me right back down.. can’t you see the wall you built...
nothing tastes as good as skinny feels.