l'll spit out a style that I've been collecting
with all the briefs and bones brought over by you, how lovely the fallen trinkets blaring out loud just barely solid feel oh-so sexy in this summer so sue me, so hard on all your dirty secrets after that I can collapse back down the hatch with the little white hare under my pillow rabbit daze, I'm still mad-hatting I'll follow you anywhere as long as I can keep falling for all heaven's sake! it's not my fault! I was raised by a dead-hero, who now clucks in my dreams, and when the sun catches on I hear the ringing rings, the old clock radio can be so alarming how many times these things keep repeating. - Jenna Kennedy |