Before I could ever let you go, gonna beg until I drive you mad and say something you could understand. I’m a statue baby, knock me out. Oh how these moments fade away, you say you never loved me. We say things we didn’t mean to say… I take it back, I take it all back now. I take it back, I take it all back.. Paralyzed by the same old antics, back and forth like some walking spastic. How could a fistfight be romantic? Thinking back now will you ever feel the same? You mean more to me than you’ll ever know. You’re my girl and I think it’s a shame that we get along this way. I’m just a statue try to knock me out. I guess these moments fade away, saying you never loved me. We say things we didn’t mean to say… I take it back, I take it all back now. I take it back, I take it all back. Paralyzed by the same old antics, back and forth like some walking spastic. How could a fistfight be romantic? Thinking back now will you ever feel the same? Yeah I know you feel the same, you gotta let me know, I’m dying inside to know, knock me out. I’m dying inside to know. Let me know, knock me out.
I found fountains of imagery that are passing through me like a knife, from a group of friends that prefer to attack from the back. I’m trying to grasp concepts of your dimensions, while my universe is laced around your wrist. I am the bracelet you sport. I am everything that you have ever missed, and more.
I was hoping I could tell you this with two feet on the ground, but I don’t think I can talk, because I’m not very stable right now.
In this dream that I had…. ”You can’t kill heroes” - that’s what we said to them. ”You can’t kill us.” With our instruments broken before us, and the boys in the line they begin to count to five. And the trigger pulls, the bullets pepper the brick wall behind our heads and the smoke, it fills the air. The captain yells to cease fire and the squad begins to wait and stare, as the dust clears the air, and we’re still standing with smiles on both our faces we spit their faulty ammo to the ground and remind them once again with smiles on both our faces we spit their faulty ammo to the ground and remind them once again that you can’t kill heroes.
I was hoping I could tell you this with two feet on the ground, but I don’t think I can talk, because I’m not very stable right now.
No, I’m not very stable right now.
No, I’m not very stable right now.
The day the sun never rose, cold swept the world, and now stone and ice, the children she forms. I lift my eyes to take in horizons of skin. The cold is creeping to meet with wrath above and you’ll soon be fearing to see what it kept us away from. I fear a world without the sun. I fear a world without the sun, but never who wished it gone. The trees are dead, yet alive more than ever, growing flesh where once were leaves. They stretch instead of tower, like bone wrapped giants they reach. Oh, but nothing stirs like the fire’s thunder. The cold is creeping to meet with wrath above and you’ll soon be fearing to see what it kept us away from. I fear a world without the sun. I fear a world without the sun, but never who wished it gone. And now the ground pulses, constricting for birth.
My dog is being annoying as hell right now. He just had to come with me on my trip up to Virginia. Which was a long drive.
So far, it’s boring as hell here. I saw him the day I left. We fucked.
Almost, anyways.
As soon as I got to Virginia, I was greeting by my dad, sister, and her best friend. My sister had been in Pennsylvania for two months, so it was relaxing seeing her again. However, awkward at the same time as I’m not all that close to her best friend and I’m shy as hell. We talked all night, which was fine, but my sister kept forcing me to update her on my life. I have no problem at all with doing so, since my sister is one of my best friends, but I felt as if I’d be judged by the other girl. So I sat there with my mouth shut and went to sleep early.
Tomorrow I’m seeing several old friends, which sound keep me entertained for the day. At least I hope.
So now I don’t know what to do. I’m pretty bitter at the moment and I’m feeling too dependent on a certain someone. I would smoke real quick, but the last pack of cigarettes I bought were crushed. Thanks a lot, what if I just stole all your weed and flushed it down the fucking toilet? I’m sure you wouldn’t like that, now would you? I mean, I can just get more. But my family doesn’t exactly approve of smoking, hell, they have idea I’ve smoked one damn cigarette. Plus it’s getting late anyways, they might think something’s up?
Despite the crushing of my beloved cigarettes, that day was pretty kick ass. Skinny dipping, wasted, and showing my white ass off to all my friends? Fuck yeah. What a nice way to spend my last day in Florida before I came back here.
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