One Week continued, again. Hopefully I can finish it soon.
I have a tendancy to wear my mind on my sleeve
I have a history of taking off my shirt.
It's been one week since you looked at me,
threw your arms in the air and said, "you're crazy."
five days since you tackled me
I've still got the rugburns on both my knees
three days since the afternoon,
you realized it's not my fault not a moment too soon.
Yesterday, you'd forgiven me,
now I sit back and wait till you say you're sorry.
Chikity china, the chinese chicken
you have a drumstick and your brain stops tickin
watching X-Files with no lights on,
we're dans la maison(french, in the house)
I hope the smoking man's in this one.
to be continued...