she loves you,she loves you,she loves you,she loves you,she loves you...i will never tire of saying it,as i sit here listening to tahiti rain song and glance at skater boys outside my window.
my care packages are nothing compared to the power of words.
but i mean,its ok.
i'm going to new york to get closure.and closure i shall get.
new york:the city of escape.the city of lost and found and lost again.my city.