there's just too much company

bright eyes.

"A few minutes on friday. "

.so pretty.


(ps. conor oberst wrote this song about me)

She kills, with foreign films, the emptiness of day to day

And I wait until the weekend comes
So I can clear this uselessness from my brain

I count the days until she arrives
Those precious minutes when she is mine
As we walk from my front door to her car

We are so close and alone

But that will disappear in a room
Filled with the warmth of other's company

There is too much company

I hide my wounded pride and stare off into the other cars