Sunday, 14 February 2010

ThirtyNine

To be lost in a forest, to be caught a drift. You've been trying to reach me, you bought me a book.

And you told me you wanted to eat up my sadness, well jump on, enjoy and gorge away.

This modern love - breaks me. This modern love - wastes me.

Do you wanna come over, and kill some time?

Throw your arms around me.


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