holly.schaeffer:
old old old.
holly.schaeffer:
1979
holly.schaeffer:
wouldn't you love to love her.
holly.schaeffer:
take me there
holly.schaeffer:
seventeen.
holly.schaeffer:
i want a fisheye lens..
holly.schaeffer:
We ride, till we die
holly.schaeffer:
I thought the world of you.
holly.schaeffer:
don't walk away from me.
holly.schaeffer:
underneath
holly.schaeffer:
great escape
holly.schaeffer:
I can't pretend anymore, to be a part of this
holly.schaeffer:
I can't pretend anymore
holly.schaeffer:
Can I handle the seasons of my life?
holly.schaeffer:
mirror in the sky;
holly.schaeffer:
I miss you
holly.schaeffer:
old skool.
holly.schaeffer:
my heart is dead, way past beating
holly.schaeffer:
no one understands
holly.schaeffer:
12 and high on a sunday
holly.schaeffer:
this is my panic
holly.schaeffer:
'classic disaster'
holly.schaeffer:
1979, cool kids never have the time
holly.schaeffer:
what waasted time.
