Apr 28, 2011


Count all your coins              
Holes in your pockets
Confuse them with boys
Launching chaos like rockets

Change them like clothes
Men are always on sale
Too bad your heart is closed
Don’t be surprised when you fail

Tragedy favors the impulsive
No one always sees you
Selfishness digs the deepest rifts
 These babies need two

You’ll always be thirsty
Love ...

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