MySpace RomanceLet's take pictures of ourselves Kissing each otherMySpace Romance
Or sitting with our heads smushed together So that we can fit into the reach Of my cell phone's camera lens And let's post these pictures All over our myspaces To show off to the world
Just how much we love each other And everyone will look at these pictures And feel jealous that they don't have Someone to kiss and tell with But we will go on taking more pictures Same pose, different clothes And we will go on in our beautiful, special relationship And break up next week.
Don't Play Those Songs AnymoreListening to the music, euphoria The *bite* of the background noise And entering into that hypnotic lull Where we could just get so lost Quiet in my conscience, good things Making me forget all of those insults The uncompliments, the negativities That stuff me up during the in-betweens Bourré, bourré (Stuffed full, stuffed full) The “other” minutes, hours, days, weeks You drift in and you drift out of view I never need to be your top concernDon't Play Those Songs Anymore
I never need to be anything to you except Your second, your never-ever-ever thought But you, you are my first and alway
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I would know you.
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I would know you.
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