fuck i love this song.
Fine, I understand, okay with me, if that's the plan. You can take the stereo, the TV and the video, the bed the sheets and pillows, before you go. But for now, unlock the door, what are we doin' all this for? Let me make you dinner one last time, then you'll go your way, and I'll go mine.
And I won't call you baby, anymore, won't call you baby, like I did before, won't call you baby, anymore, Eleanor. You left your smell, you left your taste, you left me here with my mistakes. And I can't relate to what you say I've done, but just for you, I'll bite my tongue.
And I won't call you baby, anymore, won't call you baby, like I did before, won't call you baby, anymore, Eleanor. Eleanor I miss you, Eleanor be well, Eleanor I wish you'd release me from your spell.
* i muse at myself now looking back, calling myself eleanor when i was a little girl, way before this song.. weird. i wasn't contented with krystal. back then.
fuck adam cohen is so hottttt!!!!!!!!!!!! i wanna marry him. wake up* blink blink*
~ ur moving way too fast at the wrong lane.. but i wouldn't mind if ur at the rite way..~
