Last night in my fever addled state I had a dream that an evil monster had all the music in the world and was hogging it to himself so in order to convince him to part with it I spun a story about how the world would be even more bitter and unaccepting if he let it all go at one time. As he emptied his box of music I filled mine and I walked around handing out the gift of different music to everybody I met on the street.
I need someone to come dote on me. I’m so miserable and I’ve been alone all damn day.
Cat-like thief she stole air from my lungs.
I just want a girl to enjoy the winter weather and be cute with, any takers?
Oh, but you see, he will live forever.
Something’s gotta change I’m barely holding on.
Holy hell. Hot, a Star Wars fan, and a dork. Perfection.
Crazy stupid love. Damnit all.
Nothing that you could be matters if you don’t try to be.