"another day, another heart to put up on the shelf

goodbye boy, you're such a tragedy

and I'm running on half a tank of blood and tears

to the middle of nowhere

the middle of your broken soul

knowing

I really could do better, but

I

don't

want

to.

And pretty boy, I'm c.o.u.n.t.i.n.g your steps

like runaway stars,

just something desperate to shine in your eyes."

s.n.w. 5/9/2007 2:17pm