monday smiles.

taylor is twenty one...

yet has all the wisdom of the world.

I miss your tanned skin, your sweet smile, so good to me, so right
And how you held me in your arms that September night
The first time you ever saw me cry

Maybe this is wishful thinking,
Probably mindless dreaming,
If we loved again I swear I'd love you right...

mondays blow, but...

money talks.

I need...
a dwelling, a car and to travel. must be by the water at all times, have my dog, books, note pad and music. red wine is nice too.
is this SO much too ask?
make money money make money money. back to the grind monday...

wait for nothing.

But by the time we met
By the time we met the times had already changed
So I never wrote a letter
I never took my true heart I never wrote it down
So when the lights cut out
I was left standing in the wilderness downtown
Now our lives are changing fast
Now our lives are changing fast
Hope that something pure can last

Hope that something pure can last