Follow Your Passion: A Seamless Tumblr Journey
the black veil vanishes
you're my coney island, baby, dont you know
summer time, and the livin's easy
you got me spinning like a ballerina
pretty girls make graves
girl gone missing
everyone from town says that you're so cool
I know you want me
oh but maybe, I was ready all along
I wrote you a note, but I didn't send it
diary of a girl wondering what went wrong
the weight of this world was never mine
birds singing in the sycamore trees
dream a little dream
drink all day and we talk 'till dark
heaven is a place on earth with you
I said dont worry 'bout it
you can't stop whats coming
I fall to pieces
dance me all around the room
summer time, and the livin's easy
but he's not as cool as me
all I wanna do is get high by the beach
I got my red dress on tonight
cause I like you a lot
I hear the birds on the summer breeze
Oh mother tell your children,
not to do what I have done.