May 01, 2006 21:35
the crowd on the street walks slowly//don't mind the rain\\lovers hold hands to numb the pain//gripping tightly to something that they will never own//\\//and those by themselves//by choice or by some reward\\no mistakes only now you're bored//this is the time of your life but you just can't tell
it's weird the way one person can say something to make you feel like shit and it just sticks with you
but please don't mind the hundred dollar bill, rolled up next to the cd case with strange crushed white powder
please disregard mommy and daddy's platinum credit card cutting lines that are not chemical
please don't let me disappoint you
and please let me let go
in the room there are seven
an acoustic guitar and video games
there's light banter
as always
but this time there's a new supplement
seven becomes six becomes seven becomes four
but only after a car ride and goodbyes
and a line leads to a cigarette break leads to upstairs leads to cue perfect entrance and cut (new lines, that is)
so four becomes two but only after time flies
and there's distance but that may only be the miles
but what a lovely suprise to come back to
so two go to bed but only one can sleep
and it's a long and restless night
the morning calls for missed class
and just before afternoon there is more to be had
how ironic that the thing that holds another two together holds what tears them apart
this won't make sense
this should stop
and it's hard drugs and casual sex
and we're all so indifferent
but we don't care about apathy
i should be writing a paper right now
and studying for a midterm
i probably shouldn't have written this
please don't be worried.
things are really ok.
<3