Rose see too.
I couldnt agree with "rose see" more.
Less the bobbing beer bottle and the blackened light.
But im still left trying to figure this out.
indecision has been my modus operandi since i can remember.
And never to my benefit.
Rash decisions round out the bifecta of fault.
So in the spirit of glass concrete, were just going to roll this out.
Apron, rolling pin, Townes Van Zandt on the radio.
Lets get cooking.
Im in love with a girl.
Chemical, pheronical love.
Love like the kind that makes you think.
logically and insanely.
In love with a girl that i cant erase or ignore.
Love that makes me talk too much.
At an age where i should no better, here i am. Stuck at the crossroads of a teenage boy.
And with the insight of that boy, I decided too rash, too quick and have been left the carcass of decision.
Regardless, i am in love.
With a girl that is my complete and utter opposite.
She is fancy (and she would hate me for saying that)
She thinks camping happens in a car.
Thinks bikes are devices of certain torture.
Almost physically winces when i mention climbing into the great pacific.
What is it that i want?
Love?
Extracurricular compatibility?
I know the two exist in unison. But i cant shake the fact that im turning (have turned) my back on love.
Actual chemical, in my guts, love.
But as it stands, ive set that ship asail.
Kicked the rock while trying to pick it up.
And i am sad.
I made the decision while not thinking clearly. and while possibly while employing the drama of past days.
Ive taken an old school punk attitude and applied to a life much farther down the tracks.
The result has been as expected. A chemistry endeavor with age old ingredients.
Those things, those attitudes, agents, dont apply anymore.
Square peg in a round hole life.
Sadly, i get the feeling the enzymes have been heated. And there is nothing i can do to stop it.
But miss rose, if there is...... and if this ever crosses your eyes. grab me, kiss me, and tell me i get a do over. and ill never leave.
Less the bobbing beer bottle and the blackened light.
But im still left trying to figure this out.
indecision has been my modus operandi since i can remember.
And never to my benefit.
Rash decisions round out the bifecta of fault.
So in the spirit of glass concrete, were just going to roll this out.
Apron, rolling pin, Townes Van Zandt on the radio.
Lets get cooking.
Im in love with a girl.
Chemical, pheronical love.
Love like the kind that makes you think.
logically and insanely.
In love with a girl that i cant erase or ignore.
Love that makes me talk too much.
At an age where i should no better, here i am. Stuck at the crossroads of a teenage boy.
And with the insight of that boy, I decided too rash, too quick and have been left the carcass of decision.
Regardless, i am in love.
With a girl that is my complete and utter opposite.
She is fancy (and she would hate me for saying that)
She thinks camping happens in a car.
Thinks bikes are devices of certain torture.
Almost physically winces when i mention climbing into the great pacific.
What is it that i want?
Love?
Extracurricular compatibility?
I know the two exist in unison. But i cant shake the fact that im turning (have turned) my back on love.
Actual chemical, in my guts, love.
But as it stands, ive set that ship asail.
Kicked the rock while trying to pick it up.
And i am sad.
I made the decision while not thinking clearly. and while possibly while employing the drama of past days.
Ive taken an old school punk attitude and applied to a life much farther down the tracks.
The result has been as expected. A chemistry endeavor with age old ingredients.
Those things, those attitudes, agents, dont apply anymore.
Square peg in a round hole life.
Sadly, i get the feeling the enzymes have been heated. And there is nothing i can do to stop it.
But miss rose, if there is...... and if this ever crosses your eyes. grab me, kiss me, and tell me i get a do over. and ill never leave.