i guess the fact that i'm strung out, in love, and still rockin a PMA means i'm balanced, right?

Jul 22, 2004 20:20

i love movies that end with two lovers holding each under the blankets when the sun comes up.
and all the stumbling and stuttering and fumbling and twisting and turning and touching and trying and trusting along the way.
i have seen you i have seen you there.
and it felt like falling in love.
or falling down a spiral staircase.
(i. i won't tell. if you let me in your window. i won't tell if you let me in you room. shiny belt buckles, dancing shoes. light from the stereo.)

and then i was late for work and then i stopped by sonic to see patrick and smoke cigarettes and decided to just call into work altogether and then go get booked downtown and start playing my police record. except it didn't quite work out as planned, so i just got a pink slip and a corporate lawyer's office number.
and then.
i.
crashed.

as in, the bottom fell out and so did i.
screaming words and music and freaking out and not knowing where i was going and almost wrecking my car.
and calling rach to see if i could come over and watch vh1, because i knew she was close and i knew she'd let me come find a little shelter and i thought maybe just maybe she'd understand a little bit.

nashville.
in a coup de ville.
i swear we drove through and oil spill.
the shacks on the roadside
trade hats for water jugs.
i don't want to go to jail.
i don't want to go to jail.
i don't want to go to jail.
and say i'm poor.
sound the alarm.
ring the alarm inside.
(my love shines just like a golden tooth).

or.

you've given me this heart like a gun
and i'm so shocked that i made it through
those billion days, i made it through those billion days.
didn't think i could tough it out.
a billion.
glad when you're near, sad that you're here.
glad when you're near but sad that i'm here.
this is what it's like to be me.

or.

i've whored myself for less than this
and prayed to appear fed
while i knelt on my pillow god
i clenched my fucking fists and banged my head.

or.

when it's home
and i'm broken let's fix.
when it's home
and i'm swollen let's kiss.
when it's home
and we're walking, she'll lead.
if she's waiting, we'll leave.
i'm so gracious.

or.

anything else that i can scream and break down to.

hey, love. book me on capital charges cause i'm guilty as hell.
take me downtown and put me behind bars cause i might deserve it.
(maybe i need it)
then sneak in after midnight and break me out.
because i'm counting on you.

brandon
oh yeah. and never look back. and pretend that she didn't tell you that. kthx.
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