| Sunday, July 30, 2006 |
| Run with me through rows of Speeding Cars |
Ya'll. I love me some Imogen Heap. LOVE. Capital "L". Used to love Sarah McLachlan the same way. Can't anymore. Story for another time.
I'm a lyrical gangsta. You'll be seeing so many lyrics on this blog, you'll wonder where the story is. Dude, pay attention.
This song lived on Repeat on the iPod in recent months:
Here's the day you hoped would never come
Don't feed me violins just run with me
Through rows of Speeding Cars
The paper cuts
The cheating lovers
The coffee's never strong enough
I know you think it's more than just bad luck
There, there baby, it's just textbook stuff
It's in the ABC of growing up
Now, now darling, oh don't lose your head
'Cause none of us were angels
And you know I love you, yeahLabels: lyrical gangsta |
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