The days are beginning to blur. . .
Break is so fucking long. I have no idea what’s going on. Save me from myself.
Let’s pretend I’m attractive and then
You won’t mind, we can twist for a while
It’s the night, I can be who you like
And I’ll quietly leave before it gets light
So twist and whisper the wrong name
I don’t care nor do my ears
You twist yourself around me
I need company, I need human heat
I need human heat
About Lucas
I'm a 22 year old writer-wanna-be from Iowa. After starting my first hobby site in 2004 and dabbling in web design and development, I registered Postblink.com in late 2006 to share my love (and hatred) for different aspects of all kinds of music. The site still serves that purpose, in addition to my thoughts on life and different events happening in my life.
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