I'll taste the devils tears, drink from his soul but I'll never give you up.

''It's nothing but time and a face that you lose
I chose to feel it and you couldn't choose
I'll write you a postcard
I'll send you the news
From a house down the road from real love.
Live through this, and you won't look back.
There's one thing I want to say, so I'll be brave
You were what I wanted
I gave what I gave
I'm not sorry I met you
I'm not sorry it's over
I'm not sorry there's nothing to save
I'm not sorry there's nothing to save... ''

I'll just sit here and listen to santa monica dream and read my book and feel generally content for no particular reason.
I love my friends.
I say that too much.
We say that too eachother too much.
oh well. I don't care.