Hanging by a moment here with you. She'll dance inside the song. Begging you to be her escape. Crying on the couch while the poets come to life. Spinning, woah she's falling down. So kiss her goodbye. She looks pretty low, pretty handsome awkward. So cliche. She'll make you banana pancakes. But most importantly. This is HER shit. 'Cause she brought it, opened it, and set it on the table. Bitch.

9.21.2007
11:40 P.M.
"Le Disko"
Shiny Toy Guns


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