Wednesday, March 18, 2009

You're golden, man.

I took the Polaroid down my room, I'm pretty sure you have a new girlfriend.
It's not as if I don't like you, it just makes me sad whenever I see it.
Cause I like to be gone most of the time, and you like to be home most of the time.
If I stay in one place, I lose my mind. I'm a pretty impossible lady to be with.

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