i got it bad for austin
i'm going to hide in myself. hide in myself and always move as soon .. as soon can be. be mediocre like i know we can all seem, be me. my daddy never taught me how to drive a stick, he taught my brother, and my sister got lessons from her grandpa. funny how people really do overestimate me, my capacity and ability to do things correctly, or wisely. i am not wise, and i still have never had anyone to sit down with me for hours at a time to show me how to drive this car. i'm learning on my own, how to drive a car i don't deserve, and would rather not have. gifts become burdens under the right conditions. and a gift isn't really a gift past that point. it's another thing to tie me to you. it's another way to say i want to help but i really can't so here take this. another thing... things.
i want to play, when i want to play, and i want someone to play with. carefree, careless, insurance free. we five slept in the woods last night, well, not really slept, once it got cold enough we shut our mouths and rustled in the leaves, trying to use inappropriate sheets to warm our slender bodies. every few moments, you still cold? yeah. you're ok? yeah... turn over again, try to get closer to those two, so warm and warming each other. after the fact, we three should have used each other instead of those stupid excuses for blankets. we would have been warmer, warming. cozey and soft against each other. if there is a next time, that will be it. the three reds, warming each other, to hell with anyone else. three's company. oh how mad we would have driven them if we'd been brought through life together. i think it would have been too much... one of us in each household has been unbearable. how is it that we cause such chaos with our mere presence. a gaze, a silent walk up the stairs, a harsh reaction... they hurt, but we do, too.
i want to play, when i want to play, and i want someone to play with. carefree, careless, insurance free. we five slept in the woods last night, well, not really slept, once it got cold enough we shut our mouths and rustled in the leaves, trying to use inappropriate sheets to warm our slender bodies. every few moments, you still cold? yeah. you're ok? yeah... turn over again, try to get closer to those two, so warm and warming each other. after the fact, we three should have used each other instead of those stupid excuses for blankets. we would have been warmer, warming. cozey and soft against each other. if there is a next time, that will be it. the three reds, warming each other, to hell with anyone else. three's company. oh how mad we would have driven them if we'd been brought through life together. i think it would have been too much... one of us in each household has been unbearable. how is it that we cause such chaos with our mere presence. a gaze, a silent walk up the stairs, a harsh reaction... they hurt, but we do, too.