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By Misti Date: 2004 Jul 19 Comment on this Work [[2004.07.19.11.55.10594]] |
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your rock star charisma was never more evident than the night you got back from Oakland walking toward me in the airport I was thinking Fuck Me This Man..This Man...Sent To Destroy Me oh my god you were not sweet I knew you were on something I almost felt irrelevant but I didn't care driving you back to my place listening to my newest mix tape "Christine Sixteen" by Kiss "Goody Two Shoes" by Adam Ant I sang along and showed off to impress you feeling like I would never be enough then you gave me those gifts and showed me a decade's worth of pictures you with a mullet all preppy and shit you with long hair better than mine in black leather with a drummer chick dressed all in black like you she was the one you were destined for but it didn't work out I was doubting my sexiness my future Mrs. potential then you showed me the little packet and I didn't have a clue but you taught me everything I didn't learn in West Texas and I knew I was fucked yes I know I am fucked because all of my exes combined don't equal you giving me almost kisses almost right in time to save me. |