i was thinking

over thinking.
i was thinking, overthinking.
about how im not really her.
i think way to much.
on a one track mind.
sometimes i think romance is dead.
dial 155 and call it up baby.
so worth it.
i love how lily allen well cheers me up.
makes me wanna dance in my knickers in front of the mirror.
and pretend im a star.
with my fake london accent, and terrible voice.
=)
i always wonder why i have itunes on shuffle.
i always skip to what i want to listen to anyway.
summers just going to be like a jacks mannequin song.
i can tell.
a holiday from real.
im fair excited.
i look for work today
im spilling out the door.
putting my glasses on so no one sees me.
i never thought that id be living on your floor.
but the rents are high and LAs easy.
its a picture of perfection
and the postcards gona read.
'fuck yeah, we can live like this.'
we'll fry our brains and write its so much fun out here.
being poor was never better.
some cheap red wine.
all the trouble we could get in
so lets screw this one up right, yeah?
ill come back for another year.
hahaha.
wecanalltellitsthetimeofthemonthimupanddownlikeayoyo.
urgh.
im just in the mood for writing.
i want to go to the beaccccch.
like now.
and look at the stars.
how rad would that be really.
just grab a jacket, some shoes.
and go to the beach and look at the stars.
put our feet in the sea and pretend were someplace else.
other than the dining room table.
other than whereever you are.
lets do it?
want too?