Julie was a long way from home
She could make alone look pretty
Her attitude made a part of the landscape
Riding her bike through Alphabet City
She likes to party in the backseat
Under the bridge on the Brooklyn side
Smoking cigarettes in the afterglow
Taking bets that the sun won't rise
She said, "what good is tomorrow without a guarantee?"
She can lick her lips and smile
And make you wanna believe
That the consequences of your actions really are just a game
That your life is just a chain reaction taking you day by day
She says nothing's forever in this crazy world
i'm not in the mood for much words right now. sigh. you can go ahead and infer the pics.
i cant stand it anymore. have i mentioned how i really REALLY hate insecurities?
well then. now i have.
(read: i'm fickle right. so my mood will probably flip 180 degrees in no time. but now? i dont even know how to describe it. and you regular readers out there, i think the lack of updates is quite self explanatory right? sorry yeah.)