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ugh, i hate this story.
remember when i got you from school you had that jacket on and i said its like a 100 degres out side you said i know i said your cute and you say thank you and smiles at me, remember that stupid movie we went to the one with the two people who get traped in the ocean and you thought it was stupid and i said i know how they feel traped in a sea of emotion and never getting free, she just kissed me and i held her tight. remember when we went to your friends house after and we laied in her bed and she rec us on video, it made me smile, you made me smile. remember? i still do, remember that spot on your neck, i bet its still there. remember that morning i came and saw you, it was great we walked and i held your hand, we went to the pool, i remember everytime a hot girl would walk by you would say shes hot and i would laugh at you and agrea. you always got goose bumps when i would lick you ear and kiss it. i remember that sat nite when i asked you out, i told you, i wanted you to be mine and you said yes, god damnit. i remember the other day i cam over when i woke up and you where there waiting for me, i remember saying that i loved your eyes, i still remember how they look, i still remember how you taste, you hid alot though, but thats just a thought.i remember when you said that you just wanted to be friends. i should hate you for this, i never lied to you, but it doesn't matter, i spent so much time buliding this, just for you to tear it down, i don't think i ever ment shit to you. i'm gonna get wasted. she said i'm not going to yell at you. its ok, maybe i need it, but maybe i'll do it anyways, it doesn't really matter what happens, it all happens cause it was suppose to. you happend cause you where suppose to, i'm not mad at you, you broke your promise to me, i know you did, its ok, you lied to me, but its ok. i forgive you. you walk your own path the choices you make you have already made the reason why you do it is to find out why you did it. remember that story.
"Does he kiss your eyelids in the morning when you start to raise your head? And does he sing to you incessantly from the place between your bed and wall? Does he walk around all day at
school with his feet inside your shoes? Looking down every few steps to pretend he walks with
you. Does he know that place below your neck that is your favorite to be touched and does he cry through broken sentences like I love you far too much? Does he lay awake listening to your
breath? Worried that you smoke too many cigarettes. Is he coughing now on a bathroom floor?
For every speck of tile there are a thousand more that you won't ever see but most hold inside
yourself eternally. I drug your ghost across the country and we plotted out my death. In every
city, memories would whisper, Here is where you rest. I was determined in Chicago but I dug
my teeth into my knees and I settled for a telephone and sang into your machine. You are my
sunshine, my only sunshine I kissed a girl with a broken jaw that her father gave to her. She
had eyes bright enough to burn me. They reminded me of yours. In a story told she was a little
girl in a red-rouge, sun-bruised field and there were rows of ripe tomatoes where a secret was
concealed. And it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands. And it stretched for centuries to a diary entry's end where I wrote, You make me happy when the skies are gray You make me
happy the skies are gray and gray and gray. Well the clock's heart it hangs inside its open
chest with its hands stretched towards the calendar hanging itself but I will not weep for those dying days. For all the ones who have left there are a few that stayed. And they found me here and pulled me from the grass where I was laid."
remember when i got you from school you had that jacket on and i said its like a 100 degres out side you said i know i said your cute and you say thank you and smiles at me, remember that stupid movie we went to the one with the two people who get traped in the ocean and you thought it was stupid and i said i know how they feel traped in a sea of emotion and never getting free, she just kissed me and i held her tight. remember when we went to your friends house after and we laied in her bed and she rec us on video, it made me smile, you made me smile. remember? i still do, remember that spot on your neck, i bet its still there. remember that morning i came and saw you, it was great we walked and i held your hand, we went to the pool, i remember everytime a hot girl would walk by you would say shes hot and i would laugh at you and agrea. you always got goose bumps when i would lick you ear and kiss it. i remember that sat nite when i asked you out, i told you, i wanted you to be mine and you said yes, god damnit. i remember the other day i cam over when i woke up and you where there waiting for me, i remember saying that i loved your eyes, i still remember how they look, i still remember how you taste, you hid alot though, but thats just a thought.i remember when you said that you just wanted to be friends. i should hate you for this, i never lied to you, but it doesn't matter, i spent so much time buliding this, just for you to tear it down, i don't think i ever ment shit to you. i'm gonna get wasted. she said i'm not going to yell at you. its ok, maybe i need it, but maybe i'll do it anyways, it doesn't really matter what happens, it all happens cause it was suppose to. you happend cause you where suppose to, i'm not mad at you, you broke your promise to me, i know you did, its ok, you lied to me, but its ok. i forgive you. you walk your own path the choices you make you have already made the reason why you do it is to find out why you did it. remember that story.
"Does he kiss your eyelids in the morning when you start to raise your head? And does he sing to you incessantly from the place between your bed and wall? Does he walk around all day at
school with his feet inside your shoes? Looking down every few steps to pretend he walks with
you. Does he know that place below your neck that is your favorite to be touched and does he cry through broken sentences like I love you far too much? Does he lay awake listening to your
breath? Worried that you smoke too many cigarettes. Is he coughing now on a bathroom floor?
For every speck of tile there are a thousand more that you won't ever see but most hold inside
yourself eternally. I drug your ghost across the country and we plotted out my death. In every
city, memories would whisper, Here is where you rest. I was determined in Chicago but I dug
my teeth into my knees and I settled for a telephone and sang into your machine. You are my
sunshine, my only sunshine I kissed a girl with a broken jaw that her father gave to her. She
had eyes bright enough to burn me. They reminded me of yours. In a story told she was a little
girl in a red-rouge, sun-bruised field and there were rows of ripe tomatoes where a secret was
concealed. And it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands. And it stretched for centuries to a diary entry's end where I wrote, You make me happy when the skies are gray You make me
happy the skies are gray and gray and gray. Well the clock's heart it hangs inside its open
chest with its hands stretched towards the calendar hanging itself but I will not weep for those dying days. For all the ones who have left there are a few that stayed. And they found me here and pulled me from the grass where I was laid."