Six A.M. In The Morning Was Too Late For Yesterday
Sun sets down
Town starts up
Gunshots echo; the party's started
Knives flash; the party's getting going
The way your girlfriend does it
I can't get enough
This town's alive
Living with the dead
And the inbetweens, not to sound mean
This event looks like it's going just fine
The music is so loud
No one heard me meet her at the back door
The lights are flashing
And I don't know if anyone else can tell
That those sirens aren't part of the song
I'm thinking we all better get ready to do some heavy duty running
With the way your girl does it
I honestly can't get enough
2 comments:
Another amazing poem by Walter =]
I think I will run away to your house and we'll watch Spirited Away and play SuperSmashBro's for the rest of my life =] lol
Thanks.
Lol, yeah, that sounds like fun. You can have the extra room...wait..There isn't one...Well, couches are comforable. <;) I say go for it.
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