I miss them. :)
So just a quick update before I gush about Pete Wentz..... I'm failing a few of my classes, Might see Patrick Stump on Nov. 16, dropping out of the NaNoWriMo and Life is stupid. Now in this blog I'll shall give you another reason why I love Pete's writing. ♥
"it’s not me, it’s you. the (after) life(r) of the party. blow out the candles and try to forget another year of favours (and how long its gonna take to repay them), and sleeping in between cities. i’m up to the hips with dreams. we’re green and gold racing towards 6am. who was me last night? “slow down pretty boy”, but you’re just not keeping up. and i never told you the way i love how you sleep in your make up - it’s not romance but it’ll have to do. would it be forward of me to say i’m the best you’ll (n)ever have? and doll face dreams are just something that get in the way of giving in. broken down not broken out. i’m only good for a couple of hours on your couch, hand down the front of your pants or maybe for a story or two. i’m a stitch away from making it and a scar away from falling apart. full moon pills got me out on the streets at night. watch me transform in the moonlight. i watch you work the room, knowing that it’s their smiles and clinking drinks at cocktail hour, but its always me at this time of night. hips pressed close to mine - true blue. the way they talk about you ain’t even close. envelopes postmarked to nowhere. vacant baby, i’m checking out. failure never looked so pretty. line ‘em up, flashes across the room in red. kiss me electric, leave my best days in memories and my best lines closed tight in books. keep the lights off so i can’t see your tears. she said “we should move somewhere deep in the middle of july”, and i replied “dream me up something better than me and you."
-Pete Wentz
"it’s not me, it’s you. the (after) life(r) of the party. blow out the candles and try to forget another year of favours (and how long its gonna take to repay them), and sleeping in between cities. i’m up to the hips with dreams. we’re green and gold racing towards 6am. who was me last night? “slow down pretty boy”, but you’re just not keeping up. and i never told you the way i love how you sleep in your make up - it’s not romance but it’ll have to do. would it be forward of me to say i’m the best you’ll (n)ever have? and doll face dreams are just something that get in the way of giving in. broken down not broken out. i’m only good for a couple of hours on your couch, hand down the front of your pants or maybe for a story or two. i’m a stitch away from making it and a scar away from falling apart. full moon pills got me out on the streets at night. watch me transform in the moonlight. i watch you work the room, knowing that it’s their smiles and clinking drinks at cocktail hour, but its always me at this time of night. hips pressed close to mine - true blue. the way they talk about you ain’t even close. envelopes postmarked to nowhere. vacant baby, i’m checking out. failure never looked so pretty. line ‘em up, flashes across the room in red. kiss me electric, leave my best days in memories and my best lines closed tight in books. keep the lights off so i can’t see your tears. she said “we should move somewhere deep in the middle of july”, and i replied “dream me up something better than me and you."
-Pete Wentz