i can disappear
i can disappear
i can disappear
i can disappear
i can disappear
31.3.10
it just wouldn't be the same if we didn't know we were going to die one day
"I think I just died of happiness."
it's not make-believe if we both believe
this is a story that starts and ends with you.
a desolate place, screaming insecurity. souvenirs of a better time, thrust into our hands by -
well, it doesn't even matter who.
or what.
or where.
or even how.
it's the why i can't figure out.
so kill me.
she said, my heart always speaks before i know what it will say.
he said, then don't listen to it.
she followed his advice,
and then whole world cried for they were alone.
don't you get it?
the party's over.
this isn't a competition.
you are not who i thought you could be.
etc,
etc,
etc.
(this becomes irrelevant after a while).
and thus, it was all an accident.
ps. i hope it takes me too.
a desolate place, screaming insecurity. souvenirs of a better time, thrust into our hands by -
well, it doesn't even matter who.
or what.
or where.
or even how.
it's the why i can't figure out.
so kill me.
she said, my heart always speaks before i know what it will say.
he said, then don't listen to it.
she followed his advice,
and then whole world cried for they were alone.
don't you get it?
the party's over.
this isn't a competition.
you are not who i thought you could be.
etc,
etc,
etc.
(this becomes irrelevant after a while).
and thus, it was all an accident.
ps. i hope it takes me too.
it seems all we do these days is point out the things which make us cry.
"Why can't we get all the people together in the world that we really like and then just stay together? I guess that wouldn't work. Someone would leave. Someone always leaves. Then we would have to say goodbye. I hate goodbyes. I know what I need. I need more hellos."
- Charles M. Schulz
- Charles M. Schulz
29.3.10
DO YOU REMEMBER?
the red stories on paper napkins,
the "secret spot" (because it all ends with two people on a park bench),
the seven nation army who used pink cutlery,
the war movies they played on special days,
the super quiz of half past mornings,
the ripped plastic cups I set on fire,
the summer captured on film,
the misguided hand-drawn maps,
the stolen mars on faded paper,
the glittering butterflies we could never hear.
the "secret spot" (because it all ends with two people on a park bench),
the seven nation army who used pink cutlery,
the war movies they played on special days,
the super quiz of half past mornings,
the ripped plastic cups I set on fire,
the summer captured on film,
the misguided hand-drawn maps,
the stolen mars on faded paper,
the glittering butterflies we could never hear.
the end doesn't justify the beginning. it never does. never.
he fell in love.
and it was his life.
apparently, it only exists when acknowledged in front of other people.
and it was his life.
apparently, it only exists when acknowledged in front of other people.
27.3.10
back when it didn't have to end
nostalgia, could you shoot us both next time? thank-you.
life,
it's moving too fast for my liking.
we've gone from lost to pretenders to fools to friends to almost friends, and now,
we're lost again.
we seem to have a knack for finding ourselves in dramatic situations where the only way out is to change your mind.
I swore, time and time again, that everything was fine, but I guess you've learnt to see through the spaces that define who we are.
I'm tired.
life,
it's moving too fast for my liking.
we've gone from lost to pretenders to fools to friends to almost friends, and now,
we're lost again.
we seem to have a knack for finding ourselves in dramatic situations where the only way out is to change your mind.
I swore, time and time again, that everything was fine, but I guess you've learnt to see through the spaces that define who we are.
I'm tired.
25.3.10
oh, the places you will go
and they cried,
they cried for the words which were said too late,
for red plastic chairs and jokers,
for waiting on second chances and mail and phone calls and traffic lights,
for remembering the way they wanted to be remembered.
and then they laughed.
they laughed because even after all of this,
after their hearts were ripped out and devoured and forgotten,
they'll be just that - forgotten.
and this will merely be a memory,
a painful reminder of when they were happy.
(this hurts because they won't be happy anymore).
this is no illusion.
this is forever, the end, the end, the end, the end;
don't you get it?
so apparently "this is it".
the open road,
the endless possibilities,
the time to make your dreams a reality.
or something like that.
it'snever always been your choice.
it sells to be a tragedy, you know.
they cried for the words which were said too late,
for red plastic chairs and jokers,
for waiting on second chances and mail and phone calls and traffic lights,
for remembering the way they wanted to be remembered.
and then they laughed.
they laughed because even after all of this,
after their hearts were ripped out and devoured and forgotten,
they'll be just that - forgotten.
and this will merely be a memory,
a painful reminder of when they were happy.
(this hurts because they won't be happy anymore).
this is no illusion.
this is forever, the end, the end, the end, the end;
don't you get it?
so apparently "this is it".
the open road,
the endless possibilities,
the time to make your dreams a reality.
or something like that.
it's
it sells to be a tragedy, you know.
24.3.10
this is the part where the sky falls down
surreal moments in black cars as the streetlight serves to be the moon,
"this is so weird; I'm like changing"; "me too!",
green hats and three lines and judging,
world war three,
a play by play commentary in the life of ducks,
"I smiled",
noticing,
a heartbreaker right from the start.
si seulement tu savais.
PS. two days.
"this is so weird; I'm like changing"; "me too!",
green hats and three lines and judging,
a play by play commentary in the life of ducks,
"I smiled",
noticing,
a heartbreaker right from the start.
si seulement tu savais.
PS. two days.
if you weren't, maybe I would. but that's a different story.
I really wish time would hurry the fuck up so we wouldn't have to wait so long;
to figure out this thing called "life",
to leave,
to rid ourselves of what "doesn't matter" (ie. you and them, mainly)
to -
to figure out this thing called "life",
to leave,
to rid ourselves of what "doesn't matter" (ie. you and them, mainly)
to -
23.3.10
the unwritten laws
I. things don't have to be said to be understood.
II. let it be what it will be.
III. these words are only meant for here.
IV. it'd be easier if you just believed.
V. say 'thank you' individually. they probably "don't know who they are".
VI. two and two make six.
VII. nothing is what it seems.
VIII. friendship isn't one big thing; it's millions of little things.
II. let it be what it will be.
III. these words are only meant for here.
IV. it'd be easier if you just believed.
V. say 'thank you' individually. they probably "don't know who they are".
VI. two and two make six.
VII. nothing is what it seems.
VIII. friendship isn't one big thing; it's millions of little things.
because it's broken
if you were serious I might even say yes,
but your middle name has always been 'second thoughts',
and I know I can't change your mind now.
and still, at the day's end,
we're not any better off.
but your middle name has always been 'second thoughts',
and I know I can't change your mind now.
and still, at the day's end,
we're not any better off.
21.3.10
stop breaking me
holy.
fucking.
shit.
every single time i don't think it can get any worse,
it does.
and it hurts, hurts, hurts.
and i don't remember how to
breathe, breathe, breathe.
and i just need water and air and water and air and water and air and water.
out out out now.
shaky legs, can't see straight.
loud.
fucking.
music.
RECOVERY.
over it,
get back in it.
cheer cheer cheer.
singsingsing.
fucking.
shit.
every single time i don't think it can get any worse,
it does.
and it hurts, hurts, hurts.
and i don't remember how to
breathe, breathe, breathe.
and i just need water and air and water and air and water and air and water.
out out out now.
shaky legs, can't see straight.
loud.
fucking.
music.
RECOVERY.
over it,
get back in it.
cheer cheer cheer.
singsingsing.
all worth it.
i would do it again in a second.
20.3.10
where is my mind?
reality,
it's a long shot ahead of dead.
this is life after people.
do me a favour and just pretend you're laughing at this.
it's a long shot ahead of dead.
this is life after people.
do me a favour and just pretend you're laughing at this.
(acid reflux)
put it this way -
if you feel this way forever,
nothing else will matter.
you can't plan love.
it must be devastating,
like crawling over cut grass,
only to realise knowing the truth makes everything else seem like a lie.
it was a sure idea.
I knew what you were going to say before you said it.
after all,
what's there to hate, right?
if you feel this way forever,
nothing else will matter.
you can't plan love.
it must be devastating,
like crawling over cut grass,
only to realise knowing the truth makes everything else seem like a lie.
it was a sure idea.
I knew what you were going to say before you said it.
after all,
what's there to hate, right?
19.3.10
extra, extra! read all about it!
"THERE IS NO PERFECT HERO."
just broken pieces of the people we pretended we knew how to be.
we fight and we fight and we fight and we fight, knowing that at THE END, it's just that - the. end.
the. fucking. end.
if all we are is this,
then what the hell are we still doing here?
you had me convinced we'd save the world;
i believed you for a heartbeat and a half.
i was stupid.
i was foolish.
i was...
and now all that's left is misplaced memories from the places we used to roam,
of tired friendships (PS. thanks SO much for caring. and yes, that was sarcasm.)
and of traintracks.
(it's the moments which make up a day. don't forget that.)
once upon a time, we ruled the world.
but then one day we woke up and realised;
realised that we weren't worth remembering.
we weren't "somebody".
we weren't found.
we weren't.
and after all thefriendship jealousy,
i'm glad you took it.
i'm glad you took it and tore it apart.
heartbreaks?
they'll outlive us all.
just broken pieces of the people we pretended we knew how to be.
there is no perfect hero?
damn boy, you had me convinced otherwise.
rule #14: knowing is not the same as believing. we fight and we fight and we fight and we fight, knowing that at THE END, it's just that - the. end.
the. fucking. end.
if all we are is this,
then what the hell are we still doing here?
you had me convinced we'd save the world;
i believed you for a heartbeat and a half.
i was stupid.
i was foolish.
i was...
and now all that's left is misplaced memories from the places we used to roam,
of tired friendships (PS. thanks SO much for caring. and yes, that was sarcasm.)
and of traintracks.
(it's the moments which make up a day. don't forget that.)
once upon a time, we ruled the world.
but then one day we woke up and realised;
realised that we weren't worth remembering.
we weren't "somebody".
we weren't found.
we weren't.
and after all the
i'm glad you took it.
i'm glad you took it and tore it apart.
heartbreaks?
they'll outlive us all.
18.3.10
my life has become a boring pop song, and everyone's singing along
there are no full stops because they mean ending and ending isn't reality because in reality everything has to be happening at once trust me just ask her, she drew the diagram and then she threw it in my face with our friendship cause they all left with nothing but the clothes on their backs and the money in their back pockets, just like they always warned us "AND TODAY WAS A DAY JUST LIKE ANY OTHER" and didn't you know, didn't they tell you ????????? obviously not, huh? i guess you just aren't good enough, or something.
(did it end already ? i thought it'd go on forever.)
(did it end already ? i thought it'd go on forever.)
frequently asked questions
1. FUCKING HELL. YES. but it never really made a difference, did it? it never did.
2. probably not. it's just an image, if anything. (sorry for disappointing you).
3. yes. no. maybe. I don't know.
4. just a little.
2. probably not. it's just an image, if anything. (sorry for disappointing you).
3. yes. no. maybe. I don't know.
4. just a little.
and don't ask why
sometimes it takes two white pills and not knowing the time to finally see;
thirteen became eleven,
eleven became six.
it's a shame I won't know who you are in five years' time anyway.
we tried so hard to ignore the truth.
we fought tomorrow because we were having so much fun today.
we pretended to deny it, even though we never believed them in the first place.
all of this, it feels like the end.
the way you looked me in the eye and said " -
didn't you realise the innocent could never last?
(living in a fantasy world only works when you're alone.)
so be it, right?
EVERYTHING IS GOING TO BE ALRIGHT.
[insert apathy here].
PS. for what it's worth, I wouldn't change a thing.
I hope you at least had fun while this lasted. (?)
it was great knowing you, or whatever.
just wake me up when it's all over.
I'd rather skip past the awkward moments.
she packed her suitcase full of memories, still-frames and grey photographs;
haunted by half-empty cups and familiar faces,
she thought twice, three times, four times,
shook her head,
brushed off the doubt,
and, at last, the word was uttered,
poignant, eternal, broken.
goodbye.
we're finally becoming who we are.
I just wish you could see it too.
thirteen became eleven,
eleven became six.
it's a shame I won't know who you are in five years' time anyway.
we tried so hard to ignore the truth.
we fought tomorrow because we were having so much fun today.
we pretended to deny it, even though we never believed them in the first place.
all of this, it feels like the end.
the way you looked me in the eye and said " -
didn't you realise the innocent could never last?
(living in a fantasy world only works when you're alone.)
so be it, right?
EVERYTHING IS GOING TO BE ALRIGHT.
[insert apathy here].
PS. for what it's worth, I wouldn't change a thing.
I hope you at least had fun while this lasted. (?)
it was great knowing you, or whatever.
just wake me up when it's all over.
I'd rather skip past the awkward moments.
she packed her suitcase full of memories, still-frames and grey photographs;
haunted by half-empty cups and familiar faces,
she thought twice, three times, four times,
shook her head,
brushed off the doubt,
and, at last, the word was uttered,
poignant, eternal, broken.
goodbye.
we're finally becoming who we are.
I just wish you could see it too.
17.3.10
don't you just hate this?
did you ever actually, truly, honestly think this would turn out alright?
I suppose the tragedy is that no-one gets out alive.
we suffer, we cry, we break, we lose, we fail; and all for what, really?
N-O-T-H-I-N-G.
and then all that's left to do is
good luck trying to figure this one out.
I suppose the tragedy is that no-one gets out alive.
we suffer, we cry, we break, we lose, we fail; and all for what, really?
N-O-T-H-I-N-G.
and then all that's left to do is
good luck trying to figure this one out.
MISS (thinking back now, could you feel the same?)
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.
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 wish i knew the right words to say
i wish i knew the right words to
i wish i knew the right words
i wish i knew the right
i wish i knew the
i wish i knew
i wish i
i wish
i
I hate the emergency room.
this feeling never leaves you alone
you pull the trigger on your own
you're hiding in your safe place
hiding with your eyes shut tightly
on the way to the hospital
before i cross my heart and hope to die at all
take off my mask and leave the lies to the liars
funny how you wish some way that you could die at the hospital.
you pull the trigger on your own
you're hiding in your safe place
hiding with your eyes shut tightly
on the way to the hospital
before i cross my heart and hope to die at all
take off my mask and leave the lies to the liars
funny how you wish some way that you could die at the hospital.
15.3.10
14.3.10
they deserve a gold star
but only if they can disappear.
pinky promises about the end of the year,
"hardcore",
CHAOS CHAOS CHAOS CHAOS CHAOS CHAOS ensuing CHAOS,
forgetting to wait,
waiting to forget,
singing along,
encores,
elbows and knees and hands and heads and feet,
bull horns,
'flipping',
sweat sweat sweat sweat sweating,
FIVE MINUTE FACES,
and the rest,
I can't put into words.
14/03/10.
pinky promises about the end of the year,
"hardcore",
CHAOS CHAOS CHAOS CHAOS CHAOS CHAOS ensuing CHAOS,
forgetting to wait,
singing along,
encores,
elbows and knees and hands and heads and feet,
bull horns,
'flipping',
sweat sweat sweat sweat sweating,
FIVE MINUTE FACES,
and the rest,
I can't put into words.
14/03/10.
(some of) this was written at eleven o'clock this morning
not long to go now,
but we can't fall asleep.
the music's louder now,
but we can't fall asleep.
she's dying on the inside,
but we can't fall asleep.
two shots of caffeine,
but we can't fall asleep.
borrowed black eyeliner,
but we can't fall asleep.
secondhand shoe polish,
but we can't fall asleep.
half-picnics and chocolate bars,
but we can't fall asleep.
overdue high heels,
but we can't fall asleep.
mismatched name cards,
but we can't fall asleep.
reasons not to miss you (?),
but we can't fall asleep.
"love" in hand-made mini-tragedies,
but we can't fall asleep.
and then something happened,
(i don't know what.
i don't know when.
i don't know who.
i don't know where.
i don't know how.
i don't know why.)
and we did.
to this day,
it still remains a mystery.
but we can't fall asleep.
the music's louder now,
but we can't fall asleep.
she's dying on the inside,
but we can't fall asleep.
two shots of caffeine,
but we can't fall asleep.
borrowed black eyeliner,
but we can't fall asleep.
secondhand shoe polish,
but we can't fall asleep.
half-picnics and chocolate bars,
but we can't fall asleep.
overdue high heels,
but we can't fall asleep.
mismatched name cards,
but we can't fall asleep.
reasons not to miss you (?),
but we can't fall asleep.
"love" in hand-made mini-tragedies,
but we can't fall asleep.
and then something happened,
(i don't know what.
i don't know when.
i don't know who.
i don't know where.
i don't know how.
i don't know why.)
and we did.
to this day,
it still remains a mystery.
GIVE ME A 'HELL YEAH'
hell yeah.
faces face strangers' faces
hands hands strangers' hands
shadows shadows strangers' shadows
voices voices strangers' voices
most of the time, the wait is greater than the reality.
not this time.
not at all.
faces face strangers' faces
hands hands strangers' hands
shadows shadows strangers' shadows
voices voices strangers' voices
most of the time, the wait is greater than the reality.
not this time.
not at all.
she sat with folded hands and a broken heart. her face was sad, her slumped body a cry out to those around her (for help, but they didn't listen).
she was sad and broken now,
but she hadn't been once.
it had happened in the night time, when no one was watching and all they cared about was the blanket covering their toes.
she realised something.
she realised realised realised
something that changed her life.
she was sad and broken now,
but she hadn't been once.
it had happened in the night time, when no one was watching and all they cared about was the blanket covering their toes.
she realised something.
she realised realised realised
something that changed her life.
being happy makes everything harder.
because when you aren't happy,
all you can remember are the times when you were.
so she waited in the darkess.
alone, sad, broken.
13.3.10
you wrote about it so many times you forgot it hadn't happened yet.
hands hands hands of strangers.
laugh laugh laugh because you're kind of confused.
it's dark, your head is l i g h t, the music is LOUD and she's dancing sexy.
there is nothing between him and her and you and him.
it's strange and exciting, but you're nervous for some strange, unknown reason.
head thrown back, laugh laugh laugh.
faster, faster now.
crazy, crazy now.
laugh laugh laugh because you're kind of confused.
it's dark, your head is l i g h t, the music is LOUD and she's dancing sexy.
there is nothing between him and her and you and him.
it's strange and exciting, but you're nervous for some strange, unknown reason.
head thrown back, laugh laugh laugh.
faster, faster now.
crazy, crazy now.
through it all, you're hoping they won't judge you.
fail this life
one day i will have lived my future and forgotten my past.
it won't be about where i came from or where i am going.
it'll be about something foreign, something random, something hidden from us at this point in time.
they warn you, they do do do.
they say, these are the best days of your lives.
but if we're living those, what's to look forward to ?
so you do your best to forget what they say,
but one day,
you find yourself saying the exact same thing to someone young and undefined.
it won't be about where i came from or where i am going.
it'll be about something foreign, something random, something hidden from us at this point in time.
they warn you, they do do do.
they say, these are the best days of your lives.
but if we're living those, what's to look forward to ?
so you do your best to forget what they say,
but one day,
you find yourself saying the exact same thing to someone young and undefined.
friendship is defined by who shows up.
a while ago i got it all wrong.
but since then i've learned.
they didn't mean it, not really.
they just didn't care enough.
and i loved you more anyway.
let's not end this on a bad note.
we've said sorry (practiced in mirrors to our own shameful faces),
we've made up (as in, not talking),
we've agreed (a silent agreement).
so
this
is
it.
you
ready ?
if you're not they'll go to 7/11 without you,
and you'll just be a stranger in the dark,
alone with your short skirt and bow-tied camera.
i'm okay with that if you are.
shall we continue on with our seperate lives now ?
if i could say anything it would be-
today, you were beautiful.
you were loved.
and remembered.
you were created,
and spoken of.
today, you were forever.
today, you were everything.
you were breaking,
you were breaking hearts.
today, you were sewn together.
today, you were reborn.
you were remade, done-over.
you were living.
today,
you were.
you were loved.
and remembered.
you were created,
and spoken of.
today, you were forever.
today, you were everything.
you were breaking,
you were breaking hearts.
today, you were sewn together.
today, you were reborn.
you were remade, done-over.
you were living.
today,
you were.
she said she'll always keep old friends. it (almost) made me cry.
I CAN'T REALLY MAKE YOU LOVE ME.
I CAN'T REALLY MAKE YOU LOVE ME.
I CAN'T REALLY MAKE YOU LOVE ME.
I CAN'T REALLY MAKE YOU LOVE ME.
I CAN'T REALLY MAKE YOU LOVE ME.
I CAN'T REALLY MAKE YOU LOVE ME.
I CAN'T REALLY MAKE YOU LOVE ME.
I CAN'T REALLY MAKE YOU LOVE ME.
I CAN'T REALLY MAKE YOU LOVE ME.
I CAN'T REALLY MAKE YOU LOVE ME.
I CAN'T REALLY MAKE YOU LOVE ME.
"I CAN'T REALLY MAKE YOU LOVE ME."
I CAN'T REALLY MAKE YOU LOVE ME.
I CAN'T REALLY MAKE YOU LOVE ME.
I CAN'T REALLY MAKE YOU LOVE ME.
I CAN'T REALLY MAKE YOU LOVE ME.
I CAN'T REALLY MAKE YOU LOVE ME.
I CAN'T REALLY MAKE YOU LOVE ME.
I CAN'T REALLY MAKE YOU LOVE ME.
I CAN'T REALLY MAKE YOU LOVE ME.
I CAN'T REALLY MAKE YOU LOVE ME.
(I CAN'T REALLY MAKE YOU LOVE ME.)
I CAN'T REALLY MAKE YOU LOVE ME.
I CAN'T REALLY MAKE YOU LOVE ME.
I CAN'T REALLY MAKE YOU LOVE ME.
I CAN'T REALLY MAKE YOU LOVE ME.
I CAN'T REALLY MAKE YOU LOVE ME.
I CAN'T REALLY MAKE YOU LOVE ME.
I CAN'T REALLY MAKE YOU LOVE ME.
I CAN'T REALLY MAKE YOU LOVE ME.
I CAN'T REALLY MAKE YOU LOVE ME.
[I CAN'T REALLY MAKE YOU LOVE ME.]
I CAN'T REALLY MAKE YOU LOVE ME.
I CAN'T REALLY MAKE YOU LOVE ME.
I (STILL) CAN'T REALLY MAKE YOU LOVE ME (AND IT HURTS).
I CAN'T REALLY MAKE YOU LOVE ME.
I CAN'T REALLY MAKE YOU LOVE ME.
I CAN'T REALLY MAKE YOU LOVE ME.
I CAN'T REALLY MAKE YOU LOVE ME.
THE END.
I CAN'T REALLY MAKE YOU LOVE ME.
I CAN'T REALLY MAKE YOU LOVE ME.
I CAN'T REALLY MAKE YOU LOVE ME.
I CAN'T REALLY MAKE YOU LOVE ME.
I CAN'T REALLY MAKE YOU LOVE ME.
I CAN'T REALLY MAKE YOU LOVE ME.
I CAN'T REALLY MAKE YOU LOVE ME.
I CAN'T REALLY MAKE YOU LOVE ME.
I CAN'T REALLY MAKE YOU LOVE ME.
I CAN'T REALLY MAKE YOU LOVE ME.
"I CAN'T REALLY MAKE YOU LOVE ME."
I CAN'T REALLY MAKE YOU LOVE ME.
I CAN'T REALLY MAKE YOU LOVE ME.
I CAN'T REALLY MAKE YOU LOVE ME.
I CAN'T REALLY MAKE YOU LOVE ME.
I CAN'T REALLY MAKE YOU LOVE ME.
I CAN'T REALLY MAKE YOU LOVE ME.
I CAN'T REALLY MAKE YOU LOVE ME.
I CAN'T REALLY MAKE YOU LOVE ME.
I CAN'T REALLY MAKE YOU LOVE ME.
(I CAN'T REALLY MAKE YOU LOVE ME.)
I CAN'T REALLY MAKE YOU LOVE ME.
I CAN'T REALLY MAKE YOU LOVE ME.
I CAN'T REALLY MAKE YOU LOVE ME.
I CAN'T REALLY MAKE YOU LOVE ME.
I CAN'T REALLY MAKE YOU LOVE ME.
I CAN'T REALLY MAKE YOU LOVE ME.
I CAN'T REALLY MAKE YOU LOVE ME.
[I CAN'T REALLY MAKE YOU LOVE ME.]
I CAN'T REALLY MAKE YOU LOVE ME.
I CAN'T REALLY MAKE YOU LOVE ME.
I (STILL) CAN'T REALLY MAKE YOU LOVE ME (AND IT HURTS).
I CAN'T REALLY MAKE YOU LOVE ME.
I CAN'T REALLY MAKE YOU LOVE ME.
I CAN'T REALLY MAKE YOU LOVE ME.
I CAN'T REALLY MAKE YOU LOVE ME.
THE END.
call the corruption police
i used to believe in growing a heart.
but now i believe in growing up.
it's hard to imagine us finally finding our feet;
i know things won't be the same,
yet we're moving and moving and moving and moving and moving,
and it seems the only thing that can stop us would be falling asleep under lit up skies.
but now i believe in growing up.
it's hard to imagine us finally finding our feet;
i know things won't be the same,
yet we're moving and moving and moving and moving and moving,
and it seems the only thing that can stop us would be falling asleep under lit up skies.
10.3.10
9.3.10
8.3.10
do you remember
when it rained as we listened ?
when they screamed as we watched ?
when we cried as they poured their hearts out ?
when we danced as they played ?
do you
do you
do you remember ?
i do.
"this song, it's for you."
well,
this life ?
it's for you.
when they screamed as we watched ?
when we cried as they poured their hearts out ?
when we danced as they played ?
do you
do you
do you remember ?
i do.
"this song, it's for you."
well,
this life ?
it's for you.
fighting over nothing
i love you
i love you
i love you
i hate them
we hate them
together, we're going to conquer the world
and afterwards, we'll sit on some grass somewhere with our ipods playing and our earphones in our ears
i love you
i love you
i hate them
we hate them
together, we're going to conquer the world
and afterwards, we'll sit on some grass somewhere with our ipods playing and our earphones in our ears
we'll be happy
7.3.10
free love
excuses, maybe's, whatever.
the transparent disappoint reigns yet again when "the many" become the few.
now we're too afraid to open the door, not because of who we might find there, but because of who we won't.
yet, somehow, it seems the storm has brought with it a growing awareness that we're finally finding ourheads feet, finally realising the walls are too much, finally learning to not know the reasons.
sometimes all it takes is misconceptions about friends, and surprises which come in three.
in retrospect, i'd do it again.
except this time, i wouldn't regret it afterwards.
there wasn't even enough room for the inevitable i told you so.
the transparent disappoint reigns yet again when "the many" become the few.
now we're too afraid to open the door, not because of who we might find there, but because of who we won't.
yet, somehow, it seems the storm has brought with it a growing awareness that we're finally finding our
sometimes all it takes is misconceptions about friends, and surprises which come in three.
in retrospect, i'd do it again.
except this time, i wouldn't regret it afterwards.
there wasn't even enough room for the inevitable i told you so.
6.3.10
and then you come to the startling, disheartening realisation that they're not real. they're not real. they're not real. they're not real. (they're not real).
do you want to see the world etched in fine print disillusion like i do?
don't you want to see the world etched in fine print disillusion like i do?
can't you see the world etched in fine print disillusion like i do?
won't you see the world etched in fine print disillusion like i do?
they waited, to be told what to do.
they waited, and the truth never came.
don't you want to see the world etched in fine print disillusion like i do?
can't you see the world etched in fine print disillusion like i do?
won't you see the world etched in fine print disillusion like i do?
they waited, to be told what to do.
they waited, and the truth never came.
5.3.10
I'll be happy if you're happy like me, at least for a day
"it's not where you've come from, but how long you've been there."
THE REMAINING HALF:
- words starting with _ ,
- choosing not to believe, because then we wouldn't be the chosen ones.
pieces of the real world.
because we'd be somebody with them. (can you even imagine that?)
just let the world turn around, will you?
THE REMAINING HALF:
- words starting with _ ,
- choosing not to believe, because then we wouldn't be the chosen ones.
pieces of the real world.
because we'd be somebody with them. (can you even imagine that?)
just let the world turn around, will you?
3.3.10
wonderland doesn't exist, she cried
and lied
and lied
and lied.
she lied till her face turned blue and they all stopped beLIEving.
not that they ever had.
she was lost long before they came along.
and lied
and lied.
she lied till her face turned blue and they all stopped beLIEving.
not that they ever had.
she was lost long before they came along.
and she's saying, "load the gun and shoot it already."
and you're thinking, "the hardest part is being a hero."
and they're thinking, "we were never friends."
and he's thinking, "we should get used to this."
and she's thinking, "you shouldn't have to."
and they're thinking, "we were never friends."
and he's thinking, "we should get used to this."
and she's thinking, "you shouldn't have to."
1.3.10
kiss 'hello' goodbye, Summer. you were good interesting while you lasted.
so, i have this vision of us.
legs crossed, headphones on, sitting in our favourite places listening to our favourite songs.
borrowed time, black and white skies, secondhand books.
we've learnt to let go of the things we can't change, and to grasp the things we'd never dream of changing.
and one day you'll pause in mid-conversation and ask me "why?", but it won't won't won't won't matter AT ALL, because the world has never been enough, but we've learnt to live without it.
hearts will bleed forever, forever will last forever, and I'll finally know the right words.
everybody always knew you were going to make it, anyway; I just wish you could have seen it before they did.
so, i have this vision of us.
legs crossed, headphones on, sitting in our favourite places listening to our favourite songs.
borrowed time, black and white skies, secondhand books.
we've learnt to let go of the things we can't change, and to grasp the things we'd never dream of changing.
and one day you'll pause in mid-conversation and ask me "why?", but it won't won't won't won't matter AT ALL, because the world has never been enough, but we've learnt to live without it.
hearts will bleed forever, forever will last forever, and I'll finally know the right words.
everybody always knew you were going to make it, anyway; I just wish you could have seen it before they did.
so, i have this vision of us.
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