domingo, 1 de junio de 2008



We’re finally drunk enough that
We’re finally soaking up
The hours that everyone else throws away
And if we have to go now
I guess there’s always hope,
Tomorrow night will be more of the same.

This night is winding down but time means nothing
As always at this hour time means nothing
One final final round cos time means nothing


Say that you’ll stay.

1 comentario:

Anónimo dijo...

Te agregué a mi correo nuevo. Podrás decirme lo que sea que quieras decir por ahí.