Step in, Step out. Look into my crystal ball.
mademoiselle Zara, 140990 hotmail/facebook/tumblr Dysfunctional in my stupor, but if you look beneath the surface, you'd find whimsical serendipity. — Excuse me while I kiss the sky Poetry Men see things in a box, and women see them in a round room. Exits Allure Bloom Crane Denotation Enigmatism Flair Grace Hope Initiation Archives October 2008 November 2008 December 2008 January 2009 February 2009 March 2009 April 2009 May 2009 June 2009 July 2009 October 2009 November 2009 December 2009 February 2010 Credits ©Glamouresque.	Tuesday, February 3, 2009, 4:46 AM Did you get my message, the one I left While I was trying to condense everything That I meant in a minute or less when I called to confess And make all of my stresses go bye-bye Did you get my message, you did not guess 'cuz if you did you would have called me with your sweet intent And we could give it a rest'stead of beating my breast Making all of the pressure go sky-high Do you ever wonder what happens to the words that we send Do they bend, do they break from the flight that they take And come back together again with a whole new meaning In a brand new sense, completely unrelated to the one I sent Did you get my message, oooh oooh ooooh Did you get my message, oooh oooh ooooh Did you get my message, yeah, oooh oooh ooooh hooo Uh oh, where did it go, must have bypassed your phone And fallen right outta the window 0oh well, how can I tell? Shoulda called the operator maybe she know the info But whether or not my message you got was too much or a lot to reply Why not try this for a fact Should you ever come back I'd relax and feel relieved Before my panic attack Extremely exhausted, had amazing red wine. Mosquitoes devoured on us like we were fresh meat, it was terrible. Been a long time since I had so much to eat for supper, oh no. Yes, you know what 0h, no is. Oh, no.
But baby, where they knock you down and out Is where you oughta stay