me and mrs jones We meet every day at the same cafe Six-thirty and no one knows she'll be there Holding hands, making all kinds of plans While the juke box plays our favorite songs
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Waiting for the sun to rise again.
Never felt so quick before.
With as the chill she set loose, course down my spine.
Desperately grabbing what i can, cause i know i ain't coming back here again.