Love Letters on wet paper
Forgivers, no takers
An angel who never got wings
You find Jesus and it’s too late
He’s already closed the front gate
And the sign’s flashing no vacancy
Forgivers, no takers
An angel who never got wings
You find Jesus and it’s too late
He’s already closed the front gate
And the sign’s flashing no vacancy
I worked tonight for like the first real time. Working back at Sonic…gotta love it. Unless I’m moving to Mississippi in a couple weeks. That’d probably make me sad…but I’d do it, ya know. That’s just what my heart would tell me to do.
Thanksgiving was pretty fantastic. Probably the best one I’ve had in a long time. I thoroughly enjoyed myself.
Randal might’ve gotten fired. I hope not. But, we’ll see. We’ll see.
Yeah, my heart’s flashing no vacancy
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