I've been thinking' bout you
feels like something that I once knew
find me something to do
past and present it always flew

do you think about me
theres a vision that I can't see
I remember sixteen
chest was thumping' now I can't breathe

got me under your thumb
I keep sippin' my brain gets numb
you just tell me i'm dumb
mind keeps slippin'
what have I done

you make me feel so young
makes me realize what i've become
got this taste on my tongue
I keep sippin' my brain gets numb

ESRT (2001)

Oh no
suns comin out again
Give you my last cigarette
Head to station
Same old location

You sleep out in the street
Resting your feet 
On the dash
With the seat leaning back
But Not me 
I’m all out of sleep
I just cannot seem to relax 
Open up a new pack
And I think of the past 
Unlike you

Suns goin down again
Me and my friend
And he just don't give a damn
So we do it again

And we dream
Out in the street
Just wanna leave
Don't look back
Or care what we pack
Just leave
Places we'll see
Faces we'll meet 
On the path
And not think of past

me and my friend

only way

what are you? a literal fucking idiot? obviously vote #1 shangela unless like i dunno like fuck you? idk

chemical reaction

She's Got No Juan

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