Sunday, March 20, 2005
i'm weak in the knees.
.you've got your hand in my pocket and my heart on your sleeve and a smile that always gets to me.you can stay tonight,make everything alright.i have an addiction to running away.i have an attration to saying words i dont mean.i have a problem with finding conversation.i have a craving for some smoothness hitting the back of my throat.
stay tonight.
get me drunk,i'll wear a fucking dress.