We can be friendly. It happens, we’re not in a good mood, someone rubs us the wrong way, they look at us like we did something, something to them, when we weren’t even thinking about them, but we are now, and now we’re funky, nothing else but the asshole who’s face we want to punch, and there he is, just waiting, but maybe he feels like shit as well. Where’d that come from?
08/28/11 Sat side by side as by and bye.
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