Justine, Justine!?!

How do you talk about these kinds of things, like hating eachother, exchanging wedding rings? I dont wanna know that youre gonna change, and its all your fault Im searching for lies! Im just a kindred soul oh from 75, with these failing lungs, Im still barely alive.

Were giving up hope with our broken hearts. Were passing out fakes like we were built for it. Accept my ideas please accept my ideas. Well never even have to think twice. No well never have to think. Youre in (then) out of this. And I just cant defend my points of view.

How do you feel about our sexless art? Nonabrasive bipolar thoughts, help keep us in line. I dont wanna know that Im gonna change, and its all my fault for living online! Im a bastard soul, born in 84. Happy lonely then happy again, what the hell is it for?

Weve gotta think of something to help avoid careers: pretend to be younger, stay true with magazines. Weve gotta go somewhere, find out its nice and slow (then) pretend to be alive now. The times we spent were true; these words werent meant for you. Maybe Im thinking of branching out and finding something not clich. OK? OKAY!
Im not tired; Im not scared of losing you.