Time
Time, time, time, see what’s become of me
While I looked around
For my possibilities
I was so hard to please
But look around, leaves are brown
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter
posted by Dan @ 11:14 AM
Time, time, time, see what’s become of me
While I looked around
For my possibilities
I was so hard to please
But look around, leaves are brown
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter
posted by Dan @ 11:14 AM
2 Comments:
listening to the Bangles again, Dan? Glad to see that you're in touch with your femme 80's side! ;-)
Lamenting my fate.
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