fuck you aurora

my

my what a mess we've made

of our pretty little heads these days. it appears a heavy wind's blown through here recently. best wishes have been made for you. you never had no say it's true. you have to be the cutest gravedigger i've ever seen. and all your lonely nights

in the city of lights are much like

all these crowded bars i so often find my stupid self-stumbling through. my

my what a mess was made of my head

when i heard what you'd been through that day. it appears a violent storm's passed through you recently. letters meant to be sent have been torn. the phone lies off the hook

on the floor. all these i'm sorry"s and "i miss you"s are useless. i fucked this one up long ago. and all your lonely nights