We are the all singing, all dancing crap of the world.
I am Jack's instant medium fries and $3 lottery prizes.
Your life is ending, one minute at a time.
What is the underlying meaning of this?
Faithwork.
I want to be extraordinarily ordinary... with you.
Thnks fr th Mmrs
Leaving you to become a kite flyer.
That's when you know you've found somebody special. When you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably enjoy the silence.
I know not how I came into this, shall I call it a dying life or a living death?
We can baby we can do the one night stand.

Daniel Powter * 10.2.2010