you’ve haven’t changed
Put your MP3 player on shuffle, and write down the first line of the first twenty songs. Post the poem that results. The first line of the twenty-first is the title.
I’m so confused
Follow blind
I’m the type of girl that look you dead in the eye, eye
Emergency above
Don’t know what to do anymore
I was so high I did not recognize
I remember
Simple words we never knew
She says you’re a masochist for falling for me,
Staring at the mirror through your hair
Breathe in, breathe out
Your sorry eyes cut through the bone
If I could take you away
It was the type of feeling that can’t be explained
Every time I sing it’s like
I was blown away
I lost the thrill
Out on my window ledge
We were drawn from the weeds
You see I got this American Love
