your heart is set like a mouse trap
I've come to realize all the concrete truths about my existence are fake. I love, will never be a pathological liar. I only lie about things.
I had a dream about the end of the world. Hello May 2012. The only thing I could think to do was sit on the hood of a car that wasn't mine, smoking cigarettes I didn't buy and confess all of my sins to a god who isn't listening and wit for inevitability to amaze me. If real life is anything like my dreams (it is) the end of the world is nothing quite so unreal. Its exactly like closing your eyes and smelling cookies and spending the rest of eternity meeting everyone you have ever loved over and over and over. No end credits.
Someday I would love to see you in a grocery store and kiss your face and tell you everything amazing and wonderful in life and get all of the big firsts over with so you can start enjoying. I'd love to be the one to introduce you to first cigarettes, and fast cars, and first loves, and long drives through starry nights. And when its all said and done if you can still look at me and tell me everything was meant to be just as it is I'll accept it and move on. I can only assume that something in your genetics and made you predisposed to fuck up early, but walk away with the best stories. You will inevitably grow up to be a wonderfully, amazing human being. If I never get to know you, I will be forever sorry.
I want to be remembered by people that matter.
I had a dream about the end of the world. Hello May 2012. The only thing I could think to do was sit on the hood of a car that wasn't mine, smoking cigarettes I didn't buy and confess all of my sins to a god who isn't listening and wit for inevitability to amaze me. If real life is anything like my dreams (it is) the end of the world is nothing quite so unreal. Its exactly like closing your eyes and smelling cookies and spending the rest of eternity meeting everyone you have ever loved over and over and over. No end credits.
Someday I would love to see you in a grocery store and kiss your face and tell you everything amazing and wonderful in life and get all of the big firsts over with so you can start enjoying. I'd love to be the one to introduce you to first cigarettes, and fast cars, and first loves, and long drives through starry nights. And when its all said and done if you can still look at me and tell me everything was meant to be just as it is I'll accept it and move on. I can only assume that something in your genetics and made you predisposed to fuck up early, but walk away with the best stories. You will inevitably grow up to be a wonderfully, amazing human being. If I never get to know you, I will be forever sorry.
I want to be remembered by people that matter.