“Oh! Her. I love her.”
“Yes, see? That was the problem. So did I.”
I heard ‘em say
they say I’m the dangerous kind
of girl. The kind that could break your heart.
But y’see the trail of broken hearts
that I leave behind,
well, they’re mostly mine.
You’re gonna make me lonesome when I go.
This entry was written by , posted on October 17, 2011 at 3:29 am, filed under Los Angeles, Photos and tagged Rosebowl. Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.