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i'm at the end of my rope, i fashioned into a noose. god, its been such a shitty winter filled with beer tabs, bottle tops, keggers, and run-ins with the cops we made out like bandits and got caught red-handed. so i guess i wore my heart on my sleeve and i mistook your drunkeness for sincerity chalk it up to experience, fuck it up to experience. and still i clinged to it the late night phone calls and this perfect connection through bad reception (yeah right) is it hanging up or hanging out? missed trains busy signals stalling cars. From Letras Mania