keep your / hand on the rail / if / all / else fails

<< Tuesday, Jul. 12, 2005 - 10:47 am >>
bruised ghosts

"let's get out of here," he said to me over the phone. we got hotel lounge romances and walls that crumbled when you closed the door. coming late and missing no one, eyes that don't tell the honest lies like one is supposed to. lifetime of regrets wrapped up in bubble gum flavours of our last summer. here used to equate home, a long time ago. try to live according to the clock. try to love the liars.