its all kinda sorta, a different new year.
my only hope is that you come home
i made a few
res o lutions
let me fucking speak
im not your dog
gus is asleep at me feet,
we feel the same about life, love, relationships
actually i hate the fucking dog
i just pretend to like him not to let you down
why am i so afraid of letting a loser lower?
i feel sorry for you to be truthful,
i think grandma does too
i dont understand how you blame this mess on me.
being here now, with you reminds me of the old days
the days when i was touched by and angel
it was a blonde
so keep your distance if it makes you happy poppy
but im
leave
ing
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