Someday
I would like to be remembered, far after I'm gone, for something so brillant and beautiful, that no one could even begin to touch it.
I'd like to have friends that stand by me and tell me that I can achieve anything that I set my mind to, instead of looking right through me, like I'm not even there.
I'd like for my grandma to be okay and to remove all of the poison from her body.
And most of all, I'd like my friends to care, and actually show it.
we cut the legs off of our pants
threw our shoes into the ocean
sit back and wave through the daylight
sit back and wave through the daylight
slip and slide on subway grates
those shoes are poor mans ice skates
fall through like change in the daylight
fall through like change in the daylight
i miss yellow lines in my roads
some color on monochrome
maybe i'll paint them in myself
maybe i'll paint them in myself
these sidewalks liquid then stone
building walls and an old pay phone
it rings like all through the daylight
it rings like all through the daylight
and in the daylight we can hitchhike to maine
i hope that someday i'll see without these frames
and in the daylight i don't pick up my phone
cause in the daylight anywhere feels like home
i have five clocks in my life
and only one has the time right
i'll just unplug it for today
i'll just unplug it for today
open hydrant rolled down windows
this car might make a good old boat
and float down grand street in daylight
and float down grand street in daylight
and with just half of a sunburn
new yellow lines that i earned
step back and here comes the night time
step back and here comes the night time
and in the daylight we can hitchhike to maine
i hope that someday i'll see without these frames
and in the daylight i don't pick up my phone
cause in the daylight anywhere feels like home
so now i think i will erase this past semester, because it was shitty.
and i'll go to the store, and buy a few new friends.
and i'll make lemonade and sit in my driveway, and watch as the lightning bugs come out of the trees.
i have two goals for the summer.
to restring my acoustic and start playing it again.
and to attempt to finish writing my book.
other than that, i will spend the summer with phil and stephanie, more than likely, and watch kilik grow up.
i'll keep a journal of each day.
i'll sleep under the stars, by the pond in stephanies backyard.
and i'll finally be able to let go of everyone else.
because i'm tired of being shit on.
and i'm sick of feeling bad.
maybe this will be the end.
of everything.