this is us being absolutely postive that we're never going to be absolutely positive of anything.

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

he lived in a blackbird and spelled his name backwards

today i wrote a letter to you
and folded it into a plane
i set it flying out my window
but it fell into the drain
i wish i had the courage
i wish i had the balls
i wish you felt what i do
but you don't know me at all.

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