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- Covet Deschanel
- For daring, glamourous and intelligent fashionistas with plans of taking the world by storm one Prada pump at a time.
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Covet's Stats
Currently wearing:
A black tee shirt dress, black Michael Kors slides and a polka dot scarf tied into a bow in my hair
Currently doing:
Studying for my summer classes (a full course load starring Statistics, Accounting and Weight Training)
Currently drinking:
Ice water with lemon
Currently reading:
The Power of Positive Thinking
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Followers
Muse of the Moment:
Diana Ross
Best Of:
Nicholas Kirkwood
2009
Lyrics
Mean Sleep by Van Hunt
What can we scrape together
From all of worn emotions
Handfuls of hate
And the bittersweet devotion
Cause I am pushing cobwebs
And I'm floating into myself.
Who will find me under this mean sleep?
How could the clouds tease us into thinking it might rain?
How could the need deceive us into thinking things might change?
I had a mean sleep over you
And it hurts coming back to life.
You could burn a thousand days
And I wouldn
You could die a thousand ways
And I'd still love you back to life.
Without a lover to wake me and my loneliness like quicksand,
Who will find me under this mean sleep?
How could the clouds tease us into thinking it might rain?
How could the need deceive us into thinking things might change?
I had a mean sleep over you
And it hurts coming back to life
I am lost to the longing
I am molded by the memory.
Had to shut down half my mind
Just to still the space you left behind.
Cause I am moving cobwebs
And I'm floating into myself.
Who will find me under this mean sleep?
How could the clouds tease us into thinking it might rain?
How could the need deceive us into thinking things might change?
I had a mean sleep over you
And it hurts coming back to life.
What can we scrape together
From all of worn emotions
Handfuls of hate
And the bittersweet devotion
Cause I am pushing cobwebs
And I'm floating into myself.
Who will find me under this mean sleep?
How could the clouds tease us into thinking it might rain?
How could the need deceive us into thinking things might change?
I had a mean sleep over you
And it hurts coming back to life.
You could burn a thousand days
And I wouldn
You could die a thousand ways
And I'd still love you back to life.
Without a lover to wake me and my loneliness like quicksand,
Who will find me under this mean sleep?
How could the clouds tease us into thinking it might rain?
How could the need deceive us into thinking things might change?
I had a mean sleep over you
And it hurts coming back to life
I am lost to the longing
I am molded by the memory.
Had to shut down half my mind
Just to still the space you left behind.
Cause I am moving cobwebs
And I'm floating into myself.
Who will find me under this mean sleep?
How could the clouds tease us into thinking it might rain?
How could the need deceive us into thinking things might change?
I had a mean sleep over you
And it hurts coming back to life.
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1 comment:
The story...
The emperess of evil succeeds in irradicating the world of imperfect human beings and animals... but realizes when she's through, that she is alone... because nothing in this world is ever perfect. Alone in this lonely desert called earth, she realizes, that in her ignorance, she made an imperfect judgement... the next shot would be one of her committing seppiku.
The End.
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