Monthly Archives: November 2009

Maybe it’s the mustaches.

If you were falling, then I would catch you You need a light, I’d find a match Cuz I love the way you say good morning And you take me the way I am If you are chilly, here take … Continue reading →

I got a twenty-dollar bill that says no one’s ever seen you without makeup. You’re always made up. And I’m sick of your tattoos, and the way you always criticize the Smiths… and Morrissey. And I know that you’re a … Continue reading →