"Restless” is my middle name.
“Less rest” is my religion.
“Wrestle less” is what I need to do with my emotions.
“West, West” is my destination.
“South, South” couldn’t hurt.
“Rentless” is how I want to live.
“Less rent” doesn’t always cost you less $. There are other ways of paying.
“Wreckless” but not anymore.
“Red Lens” in your rose colored glasses.
That you lost.
Here they are, five-ten, one sixty-five.
Don’t lose ‘em this time.
May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 6:33 PM UTC
"Restless” is my middle name.
“Less rest” is my religion.
“Wrestle less” is what I need to do with my emotions.
“West, West” is my destination.
“South, South” couldn’t hurt.
“Rentless” is how I want to live.
“Less rent” doesn’t always cost you less $. There are other ways of paying.
“Wreckless” but not anymore.
“Red Lens” in your rose colored glasses.
That you lost.
Here they are, five-ten, one sixty-five.
Don’t lose ‘em this time.
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