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you're so last summer|08.24.03 So sick of writing every song about you. I don’t write songs, but, you know, if I did. Never was any good at that whole rhyming thing. I wish I could pinpoint the moment it all went wrong. I wish it were somebody’s fault. Somebody but me. But I can’t keep this up. I can’t keep going over the unrealized plans in my head. I can’t keep hiding the phone from myself. I can’t keep tasting your lips on mine when I wake up. I’m ready to get better now. |