Nobody likes you when you're 23
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
85.365.Signs
June 10, 2011
When you say my name,
I want to split it from your lips
and hide like whispers in the rain.
When you say (when you say) my name (when you say it)
I want to stop it in your lungs
and collect all of your blood to put in the radio.
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