betray my only god, metal pipes on metal cans. lose myself one more time and say ive found love again. colors of the seasons bracelets that fit too tight hair that breaks and burns everything changes always. i wish i could better choreograph my emotional dance of despair. surprises and improvs are only exciting when properly packaged, and i cant wrap worth a damn. sort of like the first time i fucked. sort of like the first time i made love. 0000000006 back