It never refrains, but it pours.
THERE IS NO TRAGEDY WORTH MENTIONING, IT'S JUST THE NORMALITY OF HOW FUCKING OBVIOUS EVERYTHING IS.
11.10.09
I'll get over you when the moon stops chasin' the sun.
Sometimes I feel like my only friend is a whiskey glass. You know it don't stop the time, but it helps it pass.
Baby, I'll tell you somethin' that'll never be true-baby, i'll get over you.
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