God bless the daylight, the sugary smell of springtime
Remembering when you were mine
In a still suburban town
When every thursday I'd brave those mountain passes
And you'd skip your early classes
And we'd learn how our bodies worked.
No classes. No baseball. Just long hallways filled with a bunch of kids who all miss the same place that they so longed to leave months ago. At this point we are so detached from real life that the stains on the carpet from drinking nights prior don't even seem to bother us. It is only when you become perfectly comfortable in your surroundings that you become perfectly uncomfortable with the rest of the world. But in reality it is the world that is terrified of us. There is a lack of color here.
God damn the black night with all it's foul temptation
I become what I always hated
When I was with you then
We looked like giants in the back of my grey subcompact
Fumbling to make contact
As the others slept inside
A friday afternoon spent; guitar in hand. Haligh, Poison, Heart Shaped Box. We are running out of depressed songs to learn. I'm slowly working on the soundtrack of my life.
I need you so much closer
so come on, come on
Remembering when you were mine
In a still suburban town
When every thursday I'd brave those mountain passes
And you'd skip your early classes
And we'd learn how our bodies worked.
No classes. No baseball. Just long hallways filled with a bunch of kids who all miss the same place that they so longed to leave months ago. At this point we are so detached from real life that the stains on the carpet from drinking nights prior don't even seem to bother us. It is only when you become perfectly comfortable in your surroundings that you become perfectly uncomfortable with the rest of the world. But in reality it is the world that is terrified of us. There is a lack of color here.
God damn the black night with all it's foul temptation
I become what I always hated
When I was with you then
We looked like giants in the back of my grey subcompact
Fumbling to make contact
As the others slept inside
A friday afternoon spent; guitar in hand. Haligh, Poison, Heart Shaped Box. We are running out of depressed songs to learn. I'm slowly working on the soundtrack of my life.
I need you so much closer
so come on, come on
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calixte:
Did you write that poem??? It moved me, it was so tragic, so true, so beautiful.
calixte:
I need a photogragher cause I've been approved and I want to submit a set. 