black label
i will keep rounding the corner into the alley like i did for the last year because im staying this time, and they will probably still be already there with cigarettes and dogs and drinks waiting for me to get home because they have been staying the whole time.. and its like that, you just keep going and things keep happening and it gets warmer (sorta) and you keep doing bike rides and getting jobs and getting kisses and taking more pictures.. the adventures have not stopped i just stopped telling you about them for the most part
now youre all gone
got your make up on
and youre not coming back
i know where the hairs on my back are starting to come in now because she pokes them when i lay facing away from her.. when she eats she makes little satisfied noises that are really cute, and she measures my hair and i light hers
and we sat in the car, not talking, not looking at eachother, with no music, and it was not good, we were not good, we were actually in a fight i think, or what people call a fight, and its not the fact that she put the car in park instead of reverse and we talked instead of didnt talk until we felt in love again... its not that we solved that problem or the other problems, its that when the man walked up with the douche bag sun glasses and long legs and new balances tthat every boy has at one point in their life we just laugh, and we just know that the other one will laugh... and its not that you wouldnt laugh at the same thing with a million other people, or that they wouldnt see it the same, but that this thing, this person, this is different than the other million people..
its not that anyone else would think she is the prettiest girl to ever be but i do, she is mine, she is the smartest and cutest and funnest and most brilliant... she is mine and thats just that
your prettiness
is seeping through
out of the dress
i took from you
"that looks like an accident guys, seriously be careful" but then he passed us and there were still 3 people on a bike built for 2 with a case of beer in a rain storm...
silly things still happen, we still drink too much and play, we still make plans and dont do them, we still havent finished the potatoe gun and we still are happy about the things we have finished...
i know youve been impressed
youve seen me at my best
but oh how it hurts
when i cant hide my worst
sometimes you get red light tickets on your bike, sometimes you watch gross internet videos, sometimes you still wear jackets into the summer, sometimes you find your bike locks, sometimes you do the christmas thing, sometimes you hang with your mom, sometimes people get in bike crashes and break their arms and bikes, sometimes youre not sure how to do worse at something, sometimes you learn to sail, sometimes you move, sometimes you wash spray paint off stuff, sometimes youre too broke to do anything but make out, sometimes you need to brush your teeth, and sometimes you sit outside
and hey happy summer
now youre all gone
got your make up on
and youre not coming back
i know where the hairs on my back are starting to come in now because she pokes them when i lay facing away from her.. when she eats she makes little satisfied noises that are really cute, and she measures my hair and i light hers
and we sat in the car, not talking, not looking at eachother, with no music, and it was not good, we were not good, we were actually in a fight i think, or what people call a fight, and its not the fact that she put the car in park instead of reverse and we talked instead of didnt talk until we felt in love again... its not that we solved that problem or the other problems, its that when the man walked up with the douche bag sun glasses and long legs and new balances tthat every boy has at one point in their life we just laugh, and we just know that the other one will laugh... and its not that you wouldnt laugh at the same thing with a million other people, or that they wouldnt see it the same, but that this thing, this person, this is different than the other million people..
its not that anyone else would think she is the prettiest girl to ever be but i do, she is mine, she is the smartest and cutest and funnest and most brilliant... she is mine and thats just that
your prettiness
is seeping through
out of the dress
i took from you
"that looks like an accident guys, seriously be careful" but then he passed us and there were still 3 people on a bike built for 2 with a case of beer in a rain storm...
silly things still happen, we still drink too much and play, we still make plans and dont do them, we still havent finished the potatoe gun and we still are happy about the things we have finished...
i know youve been impressed
youve seen me at my best
but oh how it hurts
when i cant hide my worst
sometimes you get red light tickets on your bike, sometimes you watch gross internet videos, sometimes you still wear jackets into the summer, sometimes you find your bike locks, sometimes you do the christmas thing, sometimes you hang with your mom, sometimes people get in bike crashes and break their arms and bikes, sometimes youre not sure how to do worse at something, sometimes you learn to sail, sometimes you move, sometimes you wash spray paint off stuff, sometimes youre too broke to do anything but make out, sometimes you need to brush your teeth, and sometimes you sit outside
and hey happy summer