Tisdag.

Maybe I need some rehab,
or maybe just need some sleep
I've got a sick obsession,
I'm seeing it in my dreams

I'm looking down every alley,
I'm making those desperate calls. I'm staying up all night hoping,
hit my head against the wall

What you've got boy is hard to find
I think about it all the time
I'm all strung out my heart is fried
I just can't get you off my mind


:)

Nu kaffe sen hitta nått bra att ha på sig, ser ju ut att va ganska kallt ute..och långpromenad står på schemat.

Puss


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