Mar 08, 2009 15:00
I've got swollen lips and itching teeth,
We're so undeniably thirsty, honey.
But this desperation's getting old.
I need a new heart,
One that beats faster on will.
Make me sweat.
I beg you.
Grow me a sense of humor and shoulders that shrug.
Summer hair in the park in Autumn,
Unfocused blue eyes and the secondhand taste of Red Bull.
Can we sprawl in the grass and soak up the romance?
It's all in my head.
And yours.
You're not the answer, you're an option.
I'm a dance until the record in your head stops spinning.
Now I'm a song on your iPod to skipskipskip.
A single-player game; a race against dignity.
Drop out and forfeit.
Boys win by default.
I'll be in the back (of you head).
Bookmark my name in your dictionary.
Don't forget to call.
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We overcomplicate things by overthinking. And when we don't, we fuck up. We're a mess, the two of us.
antithoughts,
living thoughts