you know, there's a lot of mean girls in the city
and a lot of Chloes, a lot of eyeliner smudges and fake IDs
no x no y no z
anyone would look pretty behind your walls
trade beats for books!
enter glass shards, cigarette butts
there's a Smirnoff spill on your dress, didn't you notice?
guess not guess too too much
who's buying your drinks while I'm scratching the ceiling?
1 comment:
uhm, i wish i had skillz like you. I try to write, read what i wrote, and want to off myself. and it's not just me, that's the reaction i always get when people read my shit. no lie. i'm responsible for at least 3 deaths to my knowledge so far. i'm a killer.
ps: i don't know where i was going with this comment, it developed with a mind of it's own. (i don't know if that's the right "it's)
pps:that was just more ridiculous. as I write this it is 1:40. late night "blogging" = rambling awfulness
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