threeforthursday:
Go on, hit me with it I’m my own worst critic Anyway I want brand new flavors For everything I love So I can say “Man, I miss the classic taste” Give me a lonely, lazy Afternoon And I’m a basket case My head’s out of shape, Better do Some psychological crunches It’s one to the chest…

It’s Just… Poets Have The Loneliest Hearts: Why You Rotten Little (Quarterback) Sneak

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