These words lie inside they hurt me so
And I’m not the kind that likes to tell you
Just what I want to do
I’m not the kind that needs to tell you
Just what you want me to
I think I have serious anxiety issues.
Remove yourself. Quit talking about the reggae show you went to saturday night and quit inquiring about what it’s like to share a bed with your best friend.
Time for more pretenders and Paul Simon. Maybe even some Neil young?
My body hurtssss
My liver hurts
I also accidentally took home someone’s white sunglasses.
KNITTING IS YARN SEX
Oh life is so good!