January and February
Everything. You're my bacon bits and sour cream On my potato. Anything. I'm a rockstar, you're a beauty queen. And we look great-o. January, everything is bright and clean and we're on top again. It'll never bring me down, and everythings gonna be OK. Get up and start again on a different day. What the hell, just as well, 'cuz I got writer's block today. Finally. A world of fairy tales and make-believe - it isn't real. History. A vivid memory of a trampoline - that they can't steal. February, wasn't it last night That we fell in love again? That story makes me smile. Facing deadlines, stuck in a box like a bunch of mimes. Remember all the times we couldn't talk 'cuz the TV melted our minds. It wasn't yesterday we all fell asleep while watching Dateline. Grow up, get out of bed. That's what my mom said. And that's about the size of it. Written November 1st, 2001 © on Jan 08 2002 07:55 AM PST 10 • 0 • 12
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