December 2009
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it plays. it's our meaning.
this is so awkward.
and seems like i got myself back 3 years ago, and feel a bit complete but not at all. this is so awkward. i used to be the mister happy-and-perfect-all-the-time, but now i just fall from myself. and this makes me feel like a failure. these sounds now make a sense, they were a code. but i never could understand. and now i can. but it’s too late. and you are not mine...
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"i miss...
… every little thing about the city / subway trains / the girls are pretty / love the hot dogs on 72nd street / they’re tasty and they’re cheap / was just a waitress on cornelia / now i’m living my dreams baby, oh / singing about my poker face.”
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