we'll smoke pink cigarettes in pink houses.
we'll put flowers in our hair and vases on the tables.
we'll dance on the roof until we die.
and then once that stage of my life is lived;
ill run away. ill go on my own holiday. just me.
ill watch my final sunset. and then ill sprint
ill run so fast
youll never catch me
youll never see me
and then ill jump
ill jump so high. ill fall so hard.
but ill fall into the water. sinking, sinking sinking.
ill leap into the ocean and float someplace.
if i die, i guess i die.
and if i live, i guess i will live.
Saturday, March 27, 2010
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