You've been with me a year to the day; 365 days watching me decay. We used to talk about girls who play guitars; we used to talk about plans in tiny bars. In the gaps, inbetween words, are the things that really intrigue me. It's the gasps and the sighs that say more about what's inside you. We used to climb up on a high horse everytime; we used to talk about boys with missing spines. It's her life and her life is worth living; it never struck her to pause for one minute. The path of excess just led to boredom; you've lived your life with your mouth wide open. It's her life and her life is worth living; it never struck her just to pause for one minute. When you lie on my bed and you label me your friend; don't you know how much that hurts? You could pretend and I wouldn't know; I could be who you wanted in the dark.
La Incierta *
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