This time let's not bring up my disasters. Or put me on some couch like Sigmund Freud. Your textbooks filled with hypothetical answers. So to summarize she called it null and void.
I'm only seventeen, but I want much more than a small town girl should bargain for. More than standing in one place, waiting for the next james dean I live in a town that's.
I've got a farm house,. It's a big white farmhouse. And forty acres in my head. You got a kitchen,. It's an oak floor kitchen. And a big brass feather bed.
You're my flesh and blood. But we're not the same. A common name. And now. A common distance. . I looked up to you. In your plush armchair. Respect or fear.
Preacher won't you preach to me,. I need a pint of philosophy.. I'm hurt and thirsty, set me on my way.. Mondays come and mondays go,. But this one seems to be sort of slow..