When I started this at T W E N T Y
I didn't think it through,
I'm just a-writing for my honey,
To give her something to look forward to,
Now I'm only at sixteen,
and am sick of all the rhymes,
There's not much that rhymes with "teen"
and I'm losing my fucking mind!
1 comment:
Sixteen...
Not a fan of that number, can't wait til we are at zero hour and are actually together, in Chicago.
Sixteen... fucking hell, I'm impatient, time needs to hurry up.
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