im glad i didn't die before i met you
i am: listening to our song, it's 11:23 and i'm wondering where you are. {{who we are}} knowing there is something about you because you can sit there crying and tell me nothing is wrong {{ go ahead, pretty baby, tense your lips together and lie with that retched tongue that can cause thighs to tremble and hearts to melt }} there's a pause in the air because neither of us know how to break the silence, and it's tragically emo the way we're crying because the other one is crying...
< but i think in the end, it'll end in a
story of two
teenagers who were hopelessly in love >
you told me your loved me {{ 'forever' i believe were your words }} and i believed you, purhalps i still do {{ i do i do }} and when you come over here today {{ you will because you always do and you promised < bite your pinkey > that you'd tell me today what was horridly wrong }} and please, i want to whisper when you can't seem to look right at me and you can't keep from shaking your leg, "just
". do you remember that day you seemed to realize everything at once and you told me that you didn't know what you'd do without me? i traced the words 'i you' into your back with my finger. but now we both know, it's so much more than that.
< let's not admit to anything, that way, they can't destroy us >
