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

I'll finish later.
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