12:14 a.m.
May 10, 2003
I'm frustrated as hell. Things just don't seem right this evening. I have problems talking to other people.
Every Other Evening
Spur of the moment
Every other evening I'm there
And I'm waiting
For something
I don't know
Every other evening
I just can't keep away
Can't keep away
Keep getting dragged in where I don't wanna be
Every other evening
I don't know what to say, it's just too much
Every other evening I'm here for you to walk on
And I know you wish we could argue on
But I just can't do it
I just can't do it
I just can't make me do it