If I drank coffee instead of tea
every night that you leave is a night that i begin to imagine all the nights that are going to keep passing us by when we continue to say nothing at all. and there is nothing i can do about it, because i think that i'm all wrong. but every good story comes together in the end, maybe in our own way we can be just like karley and carter, just like that thing i never wanted. i'm afraid because if this is it, we can't do this now, just later...but how will i ever know when twenty years from now we won't be speaking. and there will be someone else. there will always be someone else. and he told me just to go to boston. because if it doesn't work out, there's always that bruins fan i dreamt up.
we're dying every day that passes, and i can't help it if i'm crazy enough to be able to feel it. so i try to ignore it. and i hate always feeling like i'm suffering for these great things i'll inevitably do, when the truth is that life is a fleeting moment and even at your best you'll be lucky to get a sentence in a book. when your ears ring, that is the last time you'll ever hear that frequency. so each day i try to enjoy whats left of what will soon be gone.
and the truth is, i try not to measure, i try not to pour my life into a petree dish and poke at it with a stick, i try not to stick my heart under the microscope and examine the drop in temperature that intensifies each second it beats. but i can't help going back to being on the couch.
he said that i was all three.
and he will never know how much that meant to me.
we're dying every day that passes, and i can't help it if i'm crazy enough to be able to feel it. so i try to ignore it. and i hate always feeling like i'm suffering for these great things i'll inevitably do, when the truth is that life is a fleeting moment and even at your best you'll be lucky to get a sentence in a book. when your ears ring, that is the last time you'll ever hear that frequency. so each day i try to enjoy whats left of what will soon be gone.
and the truth is, i try not to measure, i try not to pour my life into a petree dish and poke at it with a stick, i try not to stick my heart under the microscope and examine the drop in temperature that intensifies each second it beats. but i can't help going back to being on the couch.
he said that i was all three.
and he will never know how much that meant to me.