i don't stand a ghost of a chance with you
but don't forget me, i will not forget you
i still hear your words;
the rhyme
i hear them
in the rhythm of the rain
crashing on my weak roof

but this afternoon was greatly great

although we didn't really really really like eachother

did we?

i really liked you


scrub  the wall of my self-pity

or maybe i'm just tired of





love (only need it from you you you