It’s the story behind my title really.
This is to the rouge weekends of my youth
Where I never had much to do.
I whine and I mope
that I haven’t got much hope
Because I haven’t got a clue
on what to do.
(if for some reason the picture’s not coming up, so just click on this: http://borrowedtimeblues.tumblr.com/post/544502255/this-is-to-the-rouge-weekends-of-my-youth-where-i )
