Friday, January 25, 2008

Lovely souls on chopping blocks.

We're just stomped on feet and busted lips that won't heal, and we're dying to get out and forget about our wounds. So tonight let's wreck this world and sever every tie with anyone here. Don't look back or you might just turn around. Right back where you started from. I've seen you in hell. It's time to get out.
Forget about, live without.
"They'll say it's not worth it, so we'll leave this town in ruins. Living like life's going out of style."

1 comment:

Niki said...

oh my dirty.
that almost made me cry.
it's just how you said it, and the meaning of it.

oh wow. i love you bethy.