why ask if you dont care...
softball has had me extremely busy lately.
im leaving tuesday for south carolina for softball and im not coming back....
until sunday.
which in some ways sucks. because ill feel so far away from everything, because i wont be able to see anything, because ill be leaving it behind me...here in lakeland. and i dont know why you're calling me. and i dont like hearing from or about you. and i wish you would disappear and stop trying to be something you're not.
hopefully i wont miss out on too much.
too bad there is much i will miss.
Because when the walls all begin to collapse, And the wind rushes in, She writes the sweetest lullabies. The pen is crinkling, And the paper is running low, Is there a lack of everything here? The bending is unnecessary, But if that's what she must do, Then let's make this road just a bit longer. The orange glow over the streets, Is our only guide home. So we talked to this man, Talked him into turning out the streetlights, Around ten, blackness blanketed over the car, Out in the middle of the road, Where we spent the rest of our night. Lines versus lines, There's a tie somewhere in all of this silence, And the radio played hit after hit, Frozen in the margins, We couldn't quit. Recalling the introduction, All gold was pulled from the wreckage, And later that evening, I saw a man in a green shirt, Digging up the fences. I know he saw us coming, I know he saw us coming. Everything wasn't suitable, But it had to be you. This car, you and I, no reverse, There's nothing I can do about these hands, But I will say, "You are to blame."