Trace the moment.

From then onward,
When the night falls,
It was already too late to refuse,
It was too late to stop loving you.
So let yourself free,
Run to deliverance,
It was already too late to return,
It was too late to start again.


BEATRICE
Art, books, films, photos.


02/12/2006 - 02/19/2006
07/30/2006 - 08/06/2006
11/26/2006 - 12/03/2006
12/10/2006 - 12/17/2006
12/17/2006 - 12/24/2006
12/24/2006 - 12/31/2006
12/31/2006 - 01/07/2007
01/28/2007 - 02/04/2007
02/04/2007 - 02/11/2007
02/11/2007 - 02/18/2007
03/04/2007 - 03/11/2007
03/18/2007 - 03/25/2007
04/08/2007 - 04/15/2007
05/06/2007 - 05/13/2007

Sunday, April 08, 2007
@5:51 PM

Speeding Cars

Here's the day you hoped would never come
Don’t feed me violence, just run -
With me through rows of speeding cars
The paper cuts, the cheating lovers
The coffee’s never strong enough
I know you think it’s more than just bad luck

There, there, baby
It’s just text book stuff
It’s in the ABC of growing up
Now, now, darlin’
Oh don’t lose your head
Cause none of us were angels
And you know I love you, yeah

Sleeping pills, no sleeping dogs lie never
Far enough away
Glistening in the cold sweat of guilt
I’ve watched you slowly winding down for years
You can’t keep on like this
Now is as bad of time as any

There, there, baby
It’s just text book stuff
It’s in the ABC of growing up
Now, now, darlin’
Oh don’t kill yourself
Cause none of us were angels
And you know I love you, yeah

It’s okay by me
It’s okay by me
It’s okay by me
It was a long time ago

It’s okay by me
It’s okay by me
It’s okay by me
It was a - long - time - ago

There, there, baby
It’s just text book stuff
It’s in the ABC of growing up
Now, now, darlin’
Oh don’t lose your head
'Cause none of us were angels
And you know I love you, yeah

There, there, baby
It’s just text book stuff
It’s in the ABC of growing up
Now, now, darlin’
Oh, don’t kill yourself
'Cause none of us were angels
And you know I love you, yeah

...

Find me back.
I remembered.

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