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måndag 9 mars 2009



You are an unmarked car
I can't remember where I parked you
but I love you
can't afford you
I'll take a cab to the funeral

lördag 7 mars 2009

This is the new shit






Your lips look like they were made
For something else but
They just suck my breath
I want your pain
To taste why you’re ashamed
And I know you’re not just what you say to me
And I’m not the only moment you’re made of

I'm not yours.