Let me hear you call my name.
 Well, we meet again. I'm Alexa, but you already know that. However, you might call me Lexi, which is cool. Like me, cool that is. I make my own friendship bracelets like it's my job. But it's not. I work at a seasonal restaurant. I have an iPhone and we all know that makes me superior or something. Oh yeah, I'm like 21 or something like that. I love photography and have a Nikon D60... which I don't use. What more could you want from me? Just read. More than words.
You know you love me, too.
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Time Bomb
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Waiting to blow my top No one would ever know Not until I blew up No one would believe it He was such a normal man Shake their heads and wonder why If Martians fell from the sky What would that do to God? Would we put the weapon down Or aim it up at the sky No one would believe it Except the fucking nut jobs They'd laugh and cry "We told you so!" Baby when I get home I want to believe in Jesus Hammer in the final nail Help me pick up the pieces When everything starts to fall So fast that it terrifies you When will you hit the wall? Are you gonna learn to fly? No one would believe it Except for all the people Watching as you fly away Baby when I get home I want to pick up the pieces Hammer in the final nail And lean me up against Jesus Baby when I get home I want to believe in Jesus Hammer in the final nail Help me pick up the pieces Baby when I get home Help me pick up the pieces Hammer in the final nail I wanna believe in Jesus |
Goodbye.
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