Thursday, October 1, 2009

A reminder.

If I get old
I will not give in
But if I do
Remind me of this
Remind me that
Once I was free
Once I was cool
Once I was me
And if I sat down and crossed my arms
Hold me until this song
Knock me out
Smash out my brains
If I take the chair and start to talk shit
If I get old remind me of this
That night we kissed and I really meant it

Whatever happens if we're still speaking
Pick up the phone
Play me this song

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