our sweet addiction, tingle our sensation.
Thursday, August 30, 2007
i like the head falling on something unreal.
because i need no rescue.
its a flaw of how i can tell.
but its a toll to know that flaw.
super wasted at the end of everyday. because am indeed enjoying, not mugging. what goes around, comes around. i need a getaway baby. running at an endless race. or has it even started without notice? and its another weekend. i get to be a little dressy tonight. its the little things that i like it burning. its the contradiction. i love, and hate.
we love scandal, like the o' cold hard cash.