Saturday, January 24, 2009

I'll be standing right here in the rain.

Hey, baby, I don't wanna be your superman. I just wanna be your man, and I'll be super, baby.

I want to shake their shoulders and say, "It's okay, it's okay." But what if I do? And is it better if I don't? It's nice to feel certain about something, at least.

I'd spend the rest of my nights on the floor if it meant...

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