jan cried yesterday.
flustered frustrations describing themselves in brine and fluidity.
so in de end we din go for cross.
went to her house and accompanied her that made her feel better.
wanna thank the ice cream man for stocking up corn flavour that she loved

everything's gonna be alright, rockabye.

its just a myth ive gotta rise above.
and i dont know how to talk to you, simply.
because giggling over the colour of nail polish isnt what im cut out to be.
if there is such a thing. as over-girlishness, you're my benchmark.

watch out, she said; not such a simple girl..
i believe you now.
we're walking on thin ice, now. the most precarious relationship you've created.