Frightfully More Aware
♥♥
Hi
School in 2 days
Excited
iPod wednesday
G1 few days ago
New bag wednesday
Death Cab DVD wednesday
Mad hangout tomorrow...err..today
Work on the first day of school
Value Village one of these days
Jay&Jess=[OpenArrowThrees]
AUTUMN!
Now the business at hand:
I wrote a song while listening to my Photo Album/We have the facts CD.
I stole Benjamins words and rearranged them.
This was the outcome:
A Manuscript Entitled: Cover the Epilogue
There’s a tear in the fabric of your favourite dress, and I won’t lie, I’ve been sneaking glances for five minutes. Synapse is to nervous impulse pass as these possibilities are to endless. And I need you so much closer. Don’t spread out, don’t rearrange the furniture, don’t sleep. You keep twisting the truth in the passenger seat as I keep missing the exit to your parents house. But this won’t be an alcoholic summer just a habit forming walk into winter. And I need you so much closer. Please play the role of the girl with the pigtails and I’ll throw my overcoat over my bow tie. I’ll be sleeping in the back of the car dreaming of hitting Chicago. We weren’t born tonight so let’s cut our loses at both ends and share some champagne from paper cups on this new years day. Our last meal might come on Styrofoam plates or we’ll place your veil on the hallway mantle.
We wear our best suits and dresses as we crash through the parlour doors. Screaming drunk disorderly! Your pigtails compliment the décor. Our first night-Synapse to synapse- people would turn to see who’s making the racket with the firecrackers on the front lawn. Let’s lay down with the fish upstream and read the pavement where you would speak At the end of the day I join the poets upstate because this town can’t compete…I’m heading East.
And I need you so much closer!
I’m searching for a simpler explanation, splicing my inventions, looking for Ghosts behind the attic walls, lovers kiss behind the attic windows. Here’s a postcard from my promises and this is your first defence. You gave me a heart attack; I’ll make a move, share a pack. And I still taste your lipstick on this cigarette…I know, it just will not last.
But we’ll make it…You’re a Kaleidoscope…Now you’re closer…You’re saved from the gallows while we pass through unconscious states and our love is on the highway…highway…highway…highway...A movie script/ Epilogue/ An ending.
Know this:
I loved you Gwenevere
I Love you Gwenevere
I do love you Gwenevere.
This is fact not fiction. Now I discovered the clouds opened up and let this out-This fact. This is not fiction, and our love screams distinction.
For the first time in years I see the facts…I’m voting “yes”
We’re not perfect…but we sure try. We felt that synapse…
Endless possibilities.
That is that.
I <3 DeathCabForCutie
Last summer breakfast in 4.5 hours.
Night
Love
♥♥
Hi
School in 2 days
Excited
iPod wednesday
G1 few days ago
New bag wednesday
Death Cab DVD wednesday
Mad hangout tomorrow...err..today
Work on the first day of school
Value Village one of these days
Jay&Jess=[OpenArrowThrees]
AUTUMN!
Now the business at hand:
I wrote a song while listening to my Photo Album/We have the facts CD.
I stole Benjamins words and rearranged them.
This was the outcome:
A Manuscript Entitled: Cover the Epilogue
There’s a tear in the fabric of your favourite dress, and I won’t lie, I’ve been sneaking glances for five minutes. Synapse is to nervous impulse pass as these possibilities are to endless. And I need you so much closer. Don’t spread out, don’t rearrange the furniture, don’t sleep. You keep twisting the truth in the passenger seat as I keep missing the exit to your parents house. But this won’t be an alcoholic summer just a habit forming walk into winter. And I need you so much closer. Please play the role of the girl with the pigtails and I’ll throw my overcoat over my bow tie. I’ll be sleeping in the back of the car dreaming of hitting Chicago. We weren’t born tonight so let’s cut our loses at both ends and share some champagne from paper cups on this new years day. Our last meal might come on Styrofoam plates or we’ll place your veil on the hallway mantle.
We wear our best suits and dresses as we crash through the parlour doors. Screaming drunk disorderly! Your pigtails compliment the décor. Our first night-Synapse to synapse- people would turn to see who’s making the racket with the firecrackers on the front lawn. Let’s lay down with the fish upstream and read the pavement where you would speak At the end of the day I join the poets upstate because this town can’t compete…I’m heading East.
And I need you so much closer!
I’m searching for a simpler explanation, splicing my inventions, looking for Ghosts behind the attic walls, lovers kiss behind the attic windows. Here’s a postcard from my promises and this is your first defence. You gave me a heart attack; I’ll make a move, share a pack. And I still taste your lipstick on this cigarette…I know, it just will not last.
But we’ll make it…You’re a Kaleidoscope…Now you’re closer…You’re saved from the gallows while we pass through unconscious states and our love is on the highway…highway…highway…highway...A movie script/ Epilogue/ An ending.
Know this:
I loved you Gwenevere
I Love you Gwenevere
I do love you Gwenevere.
This is fact not fiction. Now I discovered the clouds opened up and let this out-This fact. This is not fiction, and our love screams distinction.
For the first time in years I see the facts…I’m voting “yes”
We’re not perfect…but we sure try. We felt that synapse…
Endless possibilities.
That is that.
I <3 DeathCabForCutie
Last summer breakfast in 4.5 hours.
Night
Love
♥♥