January 2010
3 posts
The Ides Of March
Tie me up with sheets, and hang me from your tree I’ll stay out here all night, it doesn’t even matter As long as I can see, into your room and feel Like I’m inside your life, I’ll follow you forever Don’t cut me down just yet, I’ll make things right again Don’t close your blinds on me, on me… I will never recover from this I will never believe in...
