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just biding my time
wasting a good time
and a good chunk of my heart
on a month that doesnt count.
im sitting at the corner
of 104th and the rest of my life
and the streets are all silent
at 12:30 at night
but the growl of my engine
and neon crackling near by
lend me a belief
and i think i can fly.
cause im holding on by a string
and a thin one at that.
but if i could fly...
home at 120 mph on 104th and the death of my dreams
throw the bag on the bed,
spray perfume to cover the smell
set the alarm and kiss mommy goodnight.
stare in the mirror at a girl.
who she is i wish i knew.
a cross between what she was
and who she can be...
shes stagnant. with an itch.
does she believe in her own propoganda?
that her mistakes are okay?
that her decisions are right?
that her silent opposition to perfection
is just the thing?
i dont know her. but i need her.
excited to jump into the world head first
heart first,
naked as a jaybird
she likes to kiss the sky
before she dives head first into reality.
take a picture...her love is temporary
and fully photograhable
and willing to pose, for a small fee.
sleeping on the vision and dream
before another trip down 104th and the things ill belong to
never closer, never just beyond my reach.
am i biding my time
cause im scared or scarred?
is my heart closed off for good
or a TBA posting?
im just taking the time i have left
trying to make a dent for the future.
noticing the little things that make me happier,
the simple things that make me better,
the joys i can impart upon the next generation.
a smile, a kiss, a moment
a cream slingback, the last dance, a rainstorm
and we will never be the same.
sorry i havent written lately. taking the little time i have left to enjoy the people around me. im really sad now that i never hung out with some people. because i miss them and its a little late to forge a solid-out-of-school-friendship.
britt is back. i missed her. i guess it was kinda a taste of what next year, and for that matter, the next four years, are gunna be like. and it makes me sad. and i just wanna see her and hang out again.
anyhow...call me. let me know your alive. 9922696. i love yall.
wasting a good time
and a good chunk of my heart
on a month that doesnt count.
im sitting at the corner
of 104th and the rest of my life
and the streets are all silent
at 12:30 at night
but the growl of my engine
and neon crackling near by
lend me a belief
and i think i can fly.
cause im holding on by a string
and a thin one at that.
but if i could fly...
home at 120 mph on 104th and the death of my dreams
throw the bag on the bed,
spray perfume to cover the smell
set the alarm and kiss mommy goodnight.
stare in the mirror at a girl.
who she is i wish i knew.
a cross between what she was
and who she can be...
shes stagnant. with an itch.
does she believe in her own propoganda?
that her mistakes are okay?
that her decisions are right?
that her silent opposition to perfection
is just the thing?
i dont know her. but i need her.
excited to jump into the world head first
heart first,
naked as a jaybird
she likes to kiss the sky
before she dives head first into reality.
take a picture...her love is temporary
and fully photograhable
and willing to pose, for a small fee.
sleeping on the vision and dream
before another trip down 104th and the things ill belong to
never closer, never just beyond my reach.
am i biding my time
cause im scared or scarred?
is my heart closed off for good
or a TBA posting?
im just taking the time i have left
trying to make a dent for the future.
noticing the little things that make me happier,
the simple things that make me better,
the joys i can impart upon the next generation.
a smile, a kiss, a moment
a cream slingback, the last dance, a rainstorm
and we will never be the same.
sorry i havent written lately. taking the little time i have left to enjoy the people around me. im really sad now that i never hung out with some people. because i miss them and its a little late to forge a solid-out-of-school-friendship.
britt is back. i missed her. i guess it was kinda a taste of what next year, and for that matter, the next four years, are gunna be like. and it makes me sad. and i just wanna see her and hang out again.
anyhow...call me. let me know your alive. 9922696. i love yall.