All my friends are talking about leaving, about leaving But all my friends are sitting in their graves One day we’ll all be ghosts Tripping around in someone else’s home
And who am I? Oh just your friendly neighborhood professional procrastinator enamored with reading, moviegoing, quoting, laughing and the occasional awkward run-in...whoops. What I meant to say is, "that's one secret I'll never tell". XOXO.