...then time can torment us.
Theres a knife on top of Stienbeck
and I can't readily explain why other than
we were sleepy
black white and pink
I'm trying so hard to impress someone whos leaving
the spine is broken
so when we're just a little off balance
I'll push you down on the rail road tie
and present what made me think of you
hair over her eyes
I wanted to make a movie
rework the sentiment to match the moment
and design a costume that would
provide me with muscle mass
and allow me to float should that ever be necessary
Oh! we can dress up nice and pretend we both knew what would happen
I'm not so sure.
Punctuation to show exasperation
this is far to hard
Theres a bat I didn't buy and I'm yelling
I think it'll make a wonderful story once it happens
and maybe there will be a moment when you forget your self
and I won't feel so bad for
ruining a brand new book with emotion so soon
I think we'll look at the moon
after I tug on your arms
and put my weight behind it.
You have to see it
you have to read it
Oh! we can dress up nice and make believe we were well aware this
would happen all along.
born under Reagan
I'm doing everything for me
yes, you are for me.
I don't know: what to think, do, say, cross my fingers for, or what is appropriate.
I don't know: whos watching, reading, listening, thinking of me, has thought of me, and if they have what they thought of.
I don't know where to go: tomorrow, the day after, two days after, three days after, currently, where I should I have gone yesterday and what would happen with a double click and a 3x5 index card with several well thought out subject of conversation because quite frankly I would like to talk about something real with you.
It was quite the odd realization. No one says quite or odd anymore. I guess I need my sleep. Tomorrow will be busy. So far every day has been busy. I hate people who take literature to seriously. Reading is TV for people with long noses. BAHHH!.... I don't know.
and I can't readily explain why other than
we were sleepy
black white and pink
I'm trying so hard to impress someone whos leaving
the spine is broken
so when we're just a little off balance
I'll push you down on the rail road tie
and present what made me think of you
hair over her eyes
I wanted to make a movie
rework the sentiment to match the moment
and design a costume that would
provide me with muscle mass
and allow me to float should that ever be necessary
Oh! we can dress up nice and pretend we both knew what would happen
I'm not so sure.
Punctuation to show exasperation
this is far to hard
Theres a bat I didn't buy and I'm yelling
I think it'll make a wonderful story once it happens
and maybe there will be a moment when you forget your self
and I won't feel so bad for
ruining a brand new book with emotion so soon
I think we'll look at the moon
after I tug on your arms
and put my weight behind it.
You have to see it
you have to read it
Oh! we can dress up nice and make believe we were well aware this
would happen all along.
born under Reagan
I'm doing everything for me
yes, you are for me.
I don't know: what to think, do, say, cross my fingers for, or what is appropriate.
I don't know: whos watching, reading, listening, thinking of me, has thought of me, and if they have what they thought of.
I don't know where to go: tomorrow, the day after, two days after, three days after, currently, where I should I have gone yesterday and what would happen with a double click and a 3x5 index card with several well thought out subject of conversation because quite frankly I would like to talk about something real with you.
It was quite the odd realization. No one says quite or odd anymore. I guess I need my sleep. Tomorrow will be busy. So far every day has been busy. I hate people who take literature to seriously. Reading is TV for people with long noses. BAHHH!.... I don't know.