I know your teeth are shut and proud
But there are rhythms in the city
That make your head feel loud
Uh-huh so get it out, get it out
Friday, December 23, 2011
if we were really sure we were one of a kind, there would be no envy. my envy demeans both of us-- no wonder it is the hardest sin to confess. it says i am not who i think i am unless i have what you have. it says that you are what you have, and i could have it.