Jan 16, 2005 13:25
so livejournal is semi-working now. thank god.
cherry red smoke.
i watch you through its dancing haze.
did you see me staring?
please take his arm thats slung over my shoulder
and replace it with yours.
i miss october.
i miss the way you smell.
and the way i would sit at home and catch it in my hair.
i hate his taste in my mouth
i said no to him
never to you.
you could smoke your fire and be okay.
you could run. and run. and run.
and put a can to your best friends mouth.
i could sit on a couch
talk to your friends
and wish that they were you.
wish that their body trying to get closer
was yours.
i never did know what happened
and everybody acts as if it was an anomaly.
i want to hear it from you.
and now im acting the way you probably felt toward me.
so now i can understand.
but if its the truth
this is the worst feeling.