Don't you hate it? You get into something, someone, and then everything that could possibly go wrong does. A royal cluster fuck.
What a wicked game you play
To make me feel this way.
What a wicked thing to do
To let me dream of you.
ANYWAY......the above courtesy of Mr. Issak, of course. And to quote an old Manhattan song...
Let's just kiss and say goodbye.
Hell, lets just say goodbye. No need for the kiss.
(Is it obvious that I am in one of my musical musing moods????
Thursday, July 24, 2008
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