December 2011
86 posts
Maybe I’m a crook
for stealing your heart away
And maybe I’m a crook
for not caring for it
And maybe I’m a bad, bad, bad, bad person
Well baby, I know
A tangled mess of blankets and limbs and kisses.
WatchMiss Lydia Mae is getting so big!
Don’t make me sad, don’t make me cry Sometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough I don’t know why Keep making me laugh, Let’s go get high The road is long, we carry on Try to have fun in the meantime
he holds me in his big arms,
drunk and i am seeing stars,
this is all i think of.
