It's all you ever want, all you want to start
Tonight I remain hopeful that things will work out for Friday.
And then they tire you, you want to throw it away
Still everything I bleed, bleed because it's
All of me, and I believe it still,
So far, it looks like the First Friday thing is nixed (unless people just wanna come with and we can hang out and be idiots). I'm thinking Pop Concert on Saturday and then pool/billiards at Jillians (with possible movie/dinner along Fremont afterwards). Let's act like naive tourists!
It was written in a letter to me.
And bleed to sign my name and then
I'll send it in a letter, send it in a letter to me.
Now to go call people about the change of plans... Yargh.
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Hey. You know what?
"I can't tell you how I feel... but I can play it for you."
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