Sunday, July 26, 2009

C2-B G106

It's not a silly little moment, it's not the storm before the calm. This is the deep and dyin breath of this **** that we've been working wrong on. Can't seem to hold you like I want to so I can feel you in my arms. Nobody's gonna come and save you we pulled too many false alarms. We're goin down and you can see it too. We're goin down and you know that we're doomed. My dear we're slow dancing in a burnin room. 

I'm (or we're) slow dancing in the middle of crazy people who can buy the things they don't really need just to make my life a little bit more miserable. 

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