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Have you ever had that feeling, where it actually feels like you're being torn apart? Well here. This is for you.
We're all here, in Sam's car, blasting the hit songs of the day, because none of us dare think about tomorrow, and we know just as well we don't know. Cause we're all friends, in this incredibly fucked up world, brothers, sisters, families, lovers. We take what we can get, not what's always rightfully ours. And so through this, I'm drunk on the scent of your hair, in love with you leaning back against me. I know tomorrow, if love is indeed such a drug, I'll have an incredible hangover at the dawning of the sun. But for now, the moment catches me. Out of the air, and it feels good, for once, to not have to fly.
I am an idiot. I can't believe how stupid and blind I am.
When I was at Jill's house, something felt right. Like I was home. They live in West Lynn, and it's not as flashy as life out here. I felt at home, for once. I felt...something good. But then at the same time something hurt so ridiculously deep, I couldn't breathe. It made me realize how much society can fuck us all up. How...fucked up the world is. I don't beleive life itself is bad, I think it's actually naturally good, amazing, but it has to be used right. Breathing's hard as hell. I don't know. I love, and I wish i could focus. Soon, release will come soon. And I'm holding on tight as hell. Kick me, and God I'm not letting go. I've almost fallen too many times. Seen death just too close. And I'm not doing it again. I've lost 3, and no one else is taking my other 6.
I think I might smoke, then write something. I need to find paper. Just focus for once in my life.
We're all here, in Sam's car, blasting the hit songs of the day, because none of us dare think about tomorrow, and we know just as well we don't know. Cause we're all friends, in this incredibly fucked up world, brothers, sisters, families, lovers. We take what we can get, not what's always rightfully ours. And so through this, I'm drunk on the scent of your hair, in love with you leaning back against me. I know tomorrow, if love is indeed such a drug, I'll have an incredible hangover at the dawning of the sun. But for now, the moment catches me. Out of the air, and it feels good, for once, to not have to fly.
I am an idiot. I can't believe how stupid and blind I am.
When I was at Jill's house, something felt right. Like I was home. They live in West Lynn, and it's not as flashy as life out here. I felt at home, for once. I felt...something good. But then at the same time something hurt so ridiculously deep, I couldn't breathe. It made me realize how much society can fuck us all up. How...fucked up the world is. I don't beleive life itself is bad, I think it's actually naturally good, amazing, but it has to be used right. Breathing's hard as hell. I don't know. I love, and I wish i could focus. Soon, release will come soon. And I'm holding on tight as hell. Kick me, and God I'm not letting go. I've almost fallen too many times. Seen death just too close. And I'm not doing it again. I've lost 3, and no one else is taking my other 6.
I think I might smoke, then write something. I need to find paper. Just focus for once in my life.