Wednesday, November 5, 2008

This song reminds me of graduating high school.

Rosemary was my best friend Pete's mum's name.

Leave some shards under the belly
Lay some grease inside my hand
It's a sentimental jury
And the makings of a good plan
You've come to love me lightly
Yeah, you've come to hold me tight
Is this motion everlasting
Or do shutters pass in the night?

Interpol - Evil

(PS: My senior year of high school, I got in two horrible car accidents. In one, the tire exploded on my side of the car and it flipped twice into a ditch at 70mph. I crawled out the back windshield laughing.)

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