Thursday, July 16, 2009
It's the middle of another summer, these endless after hours driving home from the city down 66, matchbox twenty playing on the radio still, and we keep getting older, but we're still playing the same games. The same games. What else do we have? We still want the same things we did before, and after all this time, all this experience, I'm not sure we're any closer to getting there.
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