Just be my chemical
Lift me up
You don't have to stick around.
Open the curtain and make an appearance
Ill be your best audience
take a bow take a bow
You are my favorite act.
I will enjoy the breaks.
But you are my favorite act.
Run across the country.
Run your fingers through her hair
Feel your legs around anothers
Just return and give me a fix.
It is all I need.
Is that too much?
Every show ends
Every broadway play gets old.
So stay for a bit.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
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