To the love I left my conscience pressed between the pages of the Bible in the drawer.....
SOOOO this week has been pretty crazy. I was a camp councilor this week it rocked. And on Thursday the little kids got to show their parents all the cool songs they learned…it was sooooo cute.
Yesterday I got all of my senior pic clothes together….it was pretty fun. Then we went to ryan and jay’s game and they lost but since it was jay’s birthday we took him out and that was pretty fun too. Haha he turned 14 yesterday..awwww.
Tomorrow my mom and I are leaving early to look at colleges and we’re going to be gone all week. We’re going to Rutgers, Stony Brook university, UNE, Umaine, and UNH. It should def. be interesting.
-kells
OH and p.s. aiden thanks for ruining the ending to harry potter for me. I read your post and YOU RUINED THE END. Thanks a bunch. Haha I miss you and I’ll talk to you soon!
This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if it matters
But we never stood a chance
And I'm not sure if it matters
If you are the shores, I am the waves begging for big moons
I’m mailing letters to addresses in a ghost town
I know this hurts, it was meant to
Your secret's out and the best part is it isn't even a good one
And it's mind over you don't, don't matter
This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if it matters
But it must be said again that all us boys are just screaming
Into microphones for attention
Because we're just so bored
We never knew that you would pick it apart, oh
I'm falling apart to songs about hips and hearts
I know this hurts, it was meant to
Your secret's out and the best part is it isn't even a good one
And it's mind over you don't, don't matter
I used to obsess over living,
Now I only obsess over you
Tell me you'd like boys like me better
In the dark lying on top of you
This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if it matters
I know this hurts, it was meant to
Your secret's out and the best part is it isn't even a good one
And it's mind over you don't, don't, don't, don't matter
From day one I talked about getting out
But not forgetting about
How my worst fears are letting out
He said why put a new address
On the same old loneliness
When breathing just passes the time
Until we all just get old and die
Now talking's just a waste of breath
And living's just a waste of death
And why put a new address
On the same old loneliness
And this is you and me
And me and you
Until we've got nothing left