the boy, the sauce..
i feel more like a stalker than somebodys girlfriend. for the second time i am denied. no suprise pick up from the greyhound bus, not in from santa cruz or anywhere else. i was so bumbed over the no show i drank a warm stashed beer, and then half a dozen more. it's done and done, and i am still awake. i am depressed again and just finished writing two new songs. prose comes at the most awkward moments. it's only when you feel this defeated at feeling too much, the shit comes out.
you have to understand i'm not used to feeling this excited about a boy. and i am too drunk to be writing you this.
But here's some songs anyway.
Two hours and fourty minutes, i bought the ticket and your still far away. One mountain sits between us annd it would not have stopped us eight years ago.. one ocean surrounds us, and it's only now that i could have let you know. Two hours and fourty minutes ago , i thought that i had nothing past the moment we had eight years before. So many hours we wasted in between with things i thought i wanted and were never real. I made a life two hours and fourty minutes ago, stood by my side untill i let you go.. it's never happened, how could this be happening, we could have both died and never known
it's happening. it's happening
I don't want to fall too quick, just fast enough for it to hit me that this is really happening. we could have died and never lived, maybe this really isn't happening. two hours and fourty ounces ago i was lying in my death bed without you.
two hours and fourty minutes ago.
two hours and fourty minutes ago.
I feel like nothing can match up so perfectly without some big defeat. Nothing is constant, the more friends you make just adds up to the more friends you have to miss. no one will stay with you forever. No one will will tell you the truth when everything is not ever going to be alright. bands break up and best friends move away . i don't want to be this excited about anything.. the higher you climb, the better off you think you are, the harder you'll fall, this is the end game. Destruction is the key. it's the answer to everything you ever wanted, as soon as you leave you just know everything is going to be alright, everything is going to end up like it's supposed to be in the end. I'm missing out on all the moments we might share, the last two years, that one last beer. I'm older now and feel the same, but i've never just known, not untill you. For a moment, i never though i'd find you, one letter less to write, one more sleepless night, never thought that i'd find you, not untill now. The only thing i've got left to do is finish this one last beer and someday run away with you.
I've got nothing left to do.
(this is where the song ends)
oh yeah, and then i through up.
you have to understand i'm not used to feeling this excited about a boy. and i am too drunk to be writing you this.
But here's some songs anyway.
Two hours and fourty minutes, i bought the ticket and your still far away. One mountain sits between us annd it would not have stopped us eight years ago.. one ocean surrounds us, and it's only now that i could have let you know. Two hours and fourty minutes ago , i thought that i had nothing past the moment we had eight years before. So many hours we wasted in between with things i thought i wanted and were never real. I made a life two hours and fourty minutes ago, stood by my side untill i let you go.. it's never happened, how could this be happening, we could have both died and never known
it's happening. it's happening
I don't want to fall too quick, just fast enough for it to hit me that this is really happening. we could have died and never lived, maybe this really isn't happening. two hours and fourty ounces ago i was lying in my death bed without you.
two hours and fourty minutes ago.
two hours and fourty minutes ago.
I feel like nothing can match up so perfectly without some big defeat. Nothing is constant, the more friends you make just adds up to the more friends you have to miss. no one will stay with you forever. No one will will tell you the truth when everything is not ever going to be alright. bands break up and best friends move away . i don't want to be this excited about anything.. the higher you climb, the better off you think you are, the harder you'll fall, this is the end game. Destruction is the key. it's the answer to everything you ever wanted, as soon as you leave you just know everything is going to be alright, everything is going to end up like it's supposed to be in the end. I'm missing out on all the moments we might share, the last two years, that one last beer. I'm older now and feel the same, but i've never just known, not untill you. For a moment, i never though i'd find you, one letter less to write, one more sleepless night, never thought that i'd find you, not untill now. The only thing i've got left to do is finish this one last beer and someday run away with you.
I've got nothing left to do.
(this is where the song ends)
oh yeah, and then i through up.