alexander h. (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} glenlambert) wrote,@ 2006-06-01 17:27:00 |
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summer lovin' (luna fatale)
it's not that you're playing with me like i'm a toy, but your hands hurt me so much, you're breaking the boy. sit here and strum, hand you the gun, we both know how this will end. face looking glum, empty of joy, let's see how far back i can bend. i'm portending, you're pretending. we both know how this will end. old friendships die hard, even when by disaster marred. let's see how far back i can bend.
it's not that you're playing with me like i'm a toy, but your hands hurt me so much, you're breaking the boy. sit here and strum, hand you the gun, we both know how this will end. face looking glum, empty of joy, let's see how far back i can bend. i'm portending, you're pretending. we both know how this will end. old friendships die hard, even when by disaster marred. let's see how far back i can bend.
