9/1/06

Get You

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Running away.

Crawling away.

You promised you'd stay.

I can blow you away;;

With a pistol or a .45.

Bullets in my brain.

Just thinking of you makes me fucking insane.

Your name

is engraved on every brick in this well lit city.

But you've been busy.

&&Then we're on your basement floor.

I've never felt like this before...