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How do you cry a love song with no tears left?
How do you wish and wish and wish for something to happen
only to see everything pass by your eyes like a flash.
I was supposed to catch that one, you say
I was supposed to love that one, you say.
Sundays are for relaxing, and thus it shall be so
For Monday that ish starts up again.
No, it's not just school, lots of deeper things brew underneath.
My coffee pot is dripping full now
no way I can drink all of it
especially being fresh and hot
with all of its roasted goodness.
Will you come and stop the rain
I know how much you adore it
but I need you more than I do drops on my head right now.
hold my hand like you'll never let me go
and then release me at the vertex
faking a belief I never knew I had.
pasttime reels focused on a blank line
make me high, a lullabye
sing me roughly to sleep
and run away as if you don't care
only to walk back in expecting all alright
but I've fallen and I can't get up.
You and your Kingsmen aren't worth a damn.
we all know how Humpty ended up.
I'll take my chance in these pieces
I've tried not to become.
Be this combination to my padlock
if you really want to know what I'm like.
It's better to recieve than to ask
Never once have I been rejected of a gift.
Gosh. The first weekend. The last first weekend. It's hard to believe, but it's been a long time. We've all come so far. 12 years gone in just a flash. I can remember my first day of first grade. Of third grade. Both last days of fifth grade. I remember thinking that middle school sucked because I had to walk around so much. I never liked getting lost. I never liked having to meet new people. I never liked change. And yet, here I am, getting prepared for another one, more unavoidable than all those changes combined. It scares me. In the almost scare-the-crap-out-of-your-pants scared. I don't want to go, and yet I really do. I have plans for myself.
And who knows, maybe we'll stay closer than we thought.
And for all of you who lost a friend, Derek and I are working on something to make this year memorable. Something for her, something for you. I don't know how long it'll take, but this is a project that will be seen through. Never once have we met an enticing person, and it'll probably be another milenia before we do that again.
Much Love.
How do you wish and wish and wish for something to happen
only to see everything pass by your eyes like a flash.
I was supposed to catch that one, you say
I was supposed to love that one, you say.
Sundays are for relaxing, and thus it shall be so
For Monday that ish starts up again.
No, it's not just school, lots of deeper things brew underneath.
My coffee pot is dripping full now
no way I can drink all of it
especially being fresh and hot
with all of its roasted goodness.
Will you come and stop the rain
I know how much you adore it
but I need you more than I do drops on my head right now.
hold my hand like you'll never let me go
and then release me at the vertex
faking a belief I never knew I had.
pasttime reels focused on a blank line
make me high, a lullabye
sing me roughly to sleep
and run away as if you don't care
only to walk back in expecting all alright
but I've fallen and I can't get up.
You and your Kingsmen aren't worth a damn.
we all know how Humpty ended up.
I'll take my chance in these pieces
I've tried not to become.
Be this combination to my padlock
if you really want to know what I'm like.
It's better to recieve than to ask
Never once have I been rejected of a gift.
Gosh. The first weekend. The last first weekend. It's hard to believe, but it's been a long time. We've all come so far. 12 years gone in just a flash. I can remember my first day of first grade. Of third grade. Both last days of fifth grade. I remember thinking that middle school sucked because I had to walk around so much. I never liked getting lost. I never liked having to meet new people. I never liked change. And yet, here I am, getting prepared for another one, more unavoidable than all those changes combined. It scares me. In the almost scare-the-crap-out-of-your-pants scared. I don't want to go, and yet I really do. I have plans for myself.
And who knows, maybe we'll stay closer than we thought.
And for all of you who lost a friend, Derek and I are working on something to make this year memorable. Something for her, something for you. I don't know how long it'll take, but this is a project that will be seen through. Never once have we met an enticing person, and it'll probably be another milenia before we do that again.
Much Love.