Revival.
when asked if it mattered, for the the first time i realized it didn't.
go ahead, baby. smoke another.
drink, it'll make you spin like no other.
you sitting there never saying a word and saying so much with your silence never felt better.
you knew this better than me, and you knew it could never be "that way" again.
missing the old days never hurt so bad.
you couldn't stare, it was hard to look into my eyes, and with everything said and done... we had to move on.
goonies never say die baby.
but, alas, i shall write one day of how we had to leave and move on. i said i wanted to inspire the uninspired. i had hoped to become the next profound painter or, in my vanity, photographer. i haven’t thought about this since then. a failure, i suppose. lately these thoughts sting my brain and permeate through every inch of my body. chills run down my spine. sleep is seemingly impossible. i feel at ease, calm, relaxed. my mind keeps running and my body cant keep up. cigarette? let the smoke burn in your lungs. exhale. repeat. relax. let it burn baby burn.
listen to Edith Piaf - Hymne A L’Amour and dye your hair “cinnamon”
fuck.
go ahead, baby. smoke another.
drink, it'll make you spin like no other.
you sitting there never saying a word and saying so much with your silence never felt better.
you knew this better than me, and you knew it could never be "that way" again.
missing the old days never hurt so bad.
you couldn't stare, it was hard to look into my eyes, and with everything said and done... we had to move on.
goonies never say die baby.
but, alas, i shall write one day of how we had to leave and move on. i said i wanted to inspire the uninspired. i had hoped to become the next profound painter or, in my vanity, photographer. i haven’t thought about this since then. a failure, i suppose. lately these thoughts sting my brain and permeate through every inch of my body. chills run down my spine. sleep is seemingly impossible. i feel at ease, calm, relaxed. my mind keeps running and my body cant keep up. cigarette? let the smoke burn in your lungs. exhale. repeat. relax. let it burn baby burn.
listen to Edith Piaf - Hymne A L’Amour and dye your hair “cinnamon”
fuck.