i saw this really good looking guy yesterday at holland v starbucks.
even better looking than you-know-who.
black tee, black jeans, white shoes. sounds poser i know, but he managed to pull it off.
i will jump him.
smitten.
overdrive.
everyone wants that friend
the one to picnic under the stars with
gaze at the clouds
speak in silence
to fall asleep with, knowing that you'll be safe
knowing that in the morn, all is fine, and you'll both have a little smile in your heart
i'm looking for that friend
i'm looking for the clive i lost, the tom yam soup that eve has
jermaine is leaving today
to a foreign place
he called on the pretext of something else, but actually wanting to check if i'll be there
yes jermaine, i decided on going long before you called, but i wasnt gonna tell you
dont want to chink that hard exterior of yours, you softie
i hope you're gonna get your clothes-steamer thing when you get there
cause i cant envision you ironing your wrinkled shirt
or tell you what, we'll send one over. ha.