don't look back in anger - - i heard you say

[seeethesun]

well, this is my first entry. it's a bit awkward because of that, and i don't really have anything to say at this point in time except that i love bright eyes.

i guess that it's typical to cling
to memories you'll never get back
again. and to sort through old
photographs of a summer long ago or
a friend that you used to know, and
there below his frozen face you wrote
the name and that ancient date, that
ancient date, and you can't believe
that he's really gone when all that's
left is a fucking song. and i'm sorry
about the phone call; and waking you.
i know that it is late, but thank you
for talking, because i needed to. some
things just can't wait.