Monday, June 4, 2012

some nights, i stay up cashing in my bad luck,
some nights, i call it a draw.
some nights, i wish that my lips could build a castle;
some nights, i wish they'd just fall off.

but i still wake up, i still see your ghost.
oh lord, i'm still not sure what i stand for.
what do i stand for?
what do i stand for?
most nights, i don't know anymore...

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