Tuesday, April 24, 2012

I think in decimals and dollars

I am the cost to all your problems.
Shelter from cold
We are never alone.
Then ask me what it's like to have myself so figured out.
Wish I knew.

Holding on to your grudge,
Oh it's so hard having someone ou love.
You can't have a secret if it wasn't a secret to start.
At least pretend you didn't want to get caught.

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