congratulations... i give my best to you.
hurray.
4 weeks till graduation. not like i'm counting or anything.
4 weeks till moving. not like i'm waiting or anything.
6 weeks till New York. not like i'm anticipating or anything.
8 weeks till the building opens. not like i'm excited or anything.
good skies on the horizon.
so, why the hell do I wake up feeling so low when things are looking up...?
ohh yeah, justin and his impeccable timing.
use some discrection, brother. i don't think you're the one who needs to worry about what they're doing.
sometimes i wish i could be the one to run away and leave everything instead of having to always shake it off.
endure. tolerate. be strong. deal with it. tough it out.
mountains bear deep scars from the weather they endure. eventually even the most magestic peaks wear down level with the ground.
theres only so much dissappointment one guy can deal with.
so why can't i let it go?
ohh yeah. I didn't rebound like a superball. i didn't abandon the city we built. i didn't dose the coals of that fire the moment it got a little too hot. i wan't scared of that. i wasn't scared to face time apart to learn where we'd gone wrong. i was scared to lose you. not a completely groundless fear, apparently. you up and bounced. not a look back.
straight into marriage.
8 months and change later. the edge still cuts with precision. a marksman of the highest training would be hard pressed to make a shot like that happen.
20 miles away and 8 months out, over the new ramparts, through the defensive line, straight through the heart...
nothing but net.
...i just don't know what to do with myself...
ohh, right.
keep on truckin.
ramble on.
fly or die.
4 weeks till graduation. not like i'm counting or anything.
4 weeks till moving. not like i'm waiting or anything.
6 weeks till New York. not like i'm anticipating or anything.
8 weeks till the building opens. not like i'm excited or anything.
good skies on the horizon.
so, why the hell do I wake up feeling so low when things are looking up...?
ohh yeah, justin and his impeccable timing.
use some discrection, brother. i don't think you're the one who needs to worry about what they're doing.
sometimes i wish i could be the one to run away and leave everything instead of having to always shake it off.
endure. tolerate. be strong. deal with it. tough it out.
mountains bear deep scars from the weather they endure. eventually even the most magestic peaks wear down level with the ground.
theres only so much dissappointment one guy can deal with.
so why can't i let it go?
ohh yeah. I didn't rebound like a superball. i didn't abandon the city we built. i didn't dose the coals of that fire the moment it got a little too hot. i wan't scared of that. i wasn't scared to face time apart to learn where we'd gone wrong. i was scared to lose you. not a completely groundless fear, apparently. you up and bounced. not a look back.
straight into marriage.
8 months and change later. the edge still cuts with precision. a marksman of the highest training would be hard pressed to make a shot like that happen.
20 miles away and 8 months out, over the new ramparts, through the defensive line, straight through the heart...
nothing but net.
...i just don't know what to do with myself...
ohh, right.
keep on truckin.
ramble on.
fly or die.