Sitemap - 2010 - Bury Me in New Jersey
Don’t leave my half-a-heart alone… ’cause I don’t want to get over you
things making this Friday awesome
Have Yourself a Nostalgic Little Christmas…
The Recipe for Christmas Spirit: More lights, less milk.
nobody knows, nobody sees… nobody knows but me.
park that car; drop that phone; sleep on the floor; dream about me.
let’s pick up where we left off…
we don’t talk so much anymore, but I wonder if you got that same ride, with the dents on the d
leaves fall; colors, situations change.
Cure her. Fix her. Restore her.
stars shine brightest in the darkness.
Pardon me while I have a tantrum…
hanging on the coattails of relevancy
But it was not your fault, but mine and it was your heart on the line…
The District Sleeps Alone Tonight
I would walk 500 miles and I would walk 500 more
Home is Where the Heart Aches.
we took a small flight in the middle of the night from one tiny place to another
So while everyone’s talking about the chubby kid from Taiwan…
things stay the same; they change.
This is how you spell “I love you”