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(110 | COMMENTDAMMIT) FriendsOnly. [25 Apr 2011|04:31pm] My Secrets For A Buck. I decided to make my journal (mostly) public again. But for the good stuff, you're gonna have to be added. Comment here and add me to be added.

(COMMENTDAMMIT) [01 Jul 2009|12:54am] And when you think I'm sunk, I will float on (...and die) I am fine to put your gun to my life And know I'm scared it won't fire right You're never going to feel as full as you felt So let's go outside and we'll play William Tell Take your time drawing a bead I'll stand as still as you need Cause you're so good at talking smack, You heart attack But you're the apple of my eye anyway So they say, They say in heaven There's no husbands and wives On the day that I show up They'll be completely out Of their forgiveness supplies And I cant use the telephone To tell you that I'm dead and gone So you won't know

(COMMENTDAMMIT) [09 May 2009|01:40am] yayyy

(6 | COMMENTDAMMIT) [06 Apr 2009|12:05am]

(COMMENTDAMMIT) [25 Mar 2009|01:28am] Whatever poison's in this bottle will leave me broken sore and stiff. But it's the genie at the bottom who I'm sucking at. He owes me one last wish. So here's a present to let you know I still exist. I hope the next boy that you kiss has something terribly contagious on his lips. But I got a plan (I got a plan) Drink (drift) for forty days and forty nights. A sip for every second-hand tick. And for every time you fed me the line, "you mean so much to me...". I'm without you. [Chorus x2] So tell all the English boys you meet, about the American boy back in the states. The American boy you used to date. Who would do anything you say. (And even if her plane) And even if her plane crashes tonight she'll find some way to disappoint me, by not burning in the wreckage, or drowning at the bottom of the sea. "Jess, I still taste you, thus reserve my right to hate you." And all this empty space that you create does nothing for my flawless sense of style. It's 8:45 (it's 8:45). The weather is getting better by the hour. (Rains all the time) I hope it rains there all the time. And if you ever said you miss me then don't say you never lied. I'm without you. [Chorus x2] So tell all the English boys you meet, about the American boy back in the states. The American boy you used to date. Who would do anything you say. Who would do anything you say Never gonna get it right, you're never gonna get it [x7] [x2 (previous singing continues in the background)] No more songs about you After this one, I am done You are, you are, you're gone [Chorus x2 (previous singing continues in the background)] So tell all the English boys you meet, about the American boy back in the states. The American boy you used to date. Who would do anything you say.

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