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you've built your walls, but i'm no wolf.
saying i should have known right now is defeating the point that we made to always be true to ourselves, to our words, to the beat from our chests that we thought that we heard but my heart doesn't press against my ribs anymore because it's not a prisoner, it's been free for the last couple weeks wandering the streets of this town that i grew up in, out on the beach and in the downtown streets where every sign and shadow meet to tell me that once again i started something that i wouldn't finish, and you can quote any song you want and try to spin it to be about me, but i won't see it. count up how many times you swallowed your pride for me and then show me it: just fists and i've tried everything from trying to convince you that this was a friendship worth trying for, a knot that's worth dying for but now what's left? don't say that you don't know. you've lived every second of my life the same as i have -- you know i'm miserable. you knew i would be, too. what's the use in having knees, now? take everything i have, i gave you everything i need and i don't need anything anymore, i'm done with regrets that i swore i would never forget but i did when you walked through my door. so what happened to never letting me down? the minute you fell you let me hit the ground and now the piano key cracks in the sidewalk want to know why i ever stuck around? all i can do now is wait for the feeling to come back so i can duck this feeling that i have no feelings and get myself out of this racetrack where every hot breath and heavy word comes down to just one minor detail: you may not have lied, but i call them like i see them, and i always will.
hey, what a song. i bet if you still knew me at all you'd think it was remarkable. you should probably take it and force it into your stomach so you can throw it up with everything else you ever tried to hold down -- and if either one of us wakes up in the water, ten miles from where we stand, now, we'll know nothing ever ends up the way it began and then we'll both be right and say "i knew all about you."
ps: happy birthday brittle
saying i should have known right now is defeating the point that we made to always be true to ourselves, to our words, to the beat from our chests that we thought that we heard but my heart doesn't press against my ribs anymore because it's not a prisoner, it's been free for the last couple weeks wandering the streets of this town that i grew up in, out on the beach and in the downtown streets where every sign and shadow meet to tell me that once again i started something that i wouldn't finish, and you can quote any song you want and try to spin it to be about me, but i won't see it. count up how many times you swallowed your pride for me and then show me it: just fists and i've tried everything from trying to convince you that this was a friendship worth trying for, a knot that's worth dying for but now what's left? don't say that you don't know. you've lived every second of my life the same as i have -- you know i'm miserable. you knew i would be, too. what's the use in having knees, now? take everything i have, i gave you everything i need and i don't need anything anymore, i'm done with regrets that i swore i would never forget but i did when you walked through my door. so what happened to never letting me down? the minute you fell you let me hit the ground and now the piano key cracks in the sidewalk want to know why i ever stuck around? all i can do now is wait for the feeling to come back so i can duck this feeling that i have no feelings and get myself out of this racetrack where every hot breath and heavy word comes down to just one minor detail: you may not have lied, but i call them like i see them, and i always will.
hey, what a song. i bet if you still knew me at all you'd think it was remarkable. you should probably take it and force it into your stomach so you can throw it up with everything else you ever tried to hold down -- and if either one of us wakes up in the water, ten miles from where we stand, now, we'll know nothing ever ends up the way it began and then we'll both be right and say "i knew all about you."
ps: happy birthday brittle