hit'chya where it hurts
Used to be one of the rotten ones and I liked you for that.
Now you're all gone got your make-up on and you're not coming back.
Can't you come back?
Bleaching your teeth, smiling flash, talking trash, under my window.
Park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me.
Broken Social Scene - Anthems For A Seventeen Year-Old Girl
dont make me swear you down.
broken social scene
broken social scene
BROKEN social scene
BROKEN social scene
broken social scene
broken social scene
broken social scene
broken social scene
broken social scene
BROKEN SOCIAL SCENE
broken social scene
posted by tarajoy at 9/28/2006 07:31:00 PM
5 Comments:
no not really. (no sarcasm intended) i just like the name.
the thing about broken social scene is that you can only listen to so much of them until they get boring
i miss reading your blog.
i must come on here more often now that I've been on blogs more as of late.
miss you!
you're so wrong, tala, you're so wrong.
and you paraphrased(!).
i'm okay with that.
:P
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