"all you need is love is a lie; 'cause we had our love but we still said goodbye."
well, not we. i.
" check the weather wherever you are." can you see the stars tonight? oh, screw forevers and plane tickets. fuck crossing out the days on the calendar. forget about the past, "only a pleasant interruption to the present". fast forward, break the rewind button, and when the moment comes enable the pause button. a lightpost, some near-illegible letters, and sighing resignedly everytime i hear the rumble of an airplane passing by...
san francisco is the capital of the new romance, and once again i'm leaking cliches and sappy never evers. goodnight.