Mar 30, 2006 07:14
we bought race cars to replace our bikes
when you turned 16 and i was 12.
the air here is no good; they're starting to rust.
un made beds and 80's music and Death Cab for Cutie
and how sad i get when you talk
are things that i'd save, if my house burnt down.
what will you remember about me to make me different
and seperate me
from all the other girls that gave you everything
but respect.
i brought one down to ashes
and still can't stop looking
so now my fingers are grey and my eyes are red
and my body is always tired.
and how come this music isn't loud enough
to make me stop.