Photobooth
I have had one fucking amazing summer. Only one can really compare. I went to ::counts:: at least three concerts. I hung out with amazing people. Though it saw the end of Lauroshereoghan, our friendships still live on. I had many movie nights. Many bonding conversations. A couple AMAZING make out sessions. I hung out at a truck stop, just to pass the time. Dream come true. I went for midnight coffee and ciagrettes, and disovered what they really have in those machines in the bathrooms. I went to three midnight show movies, along with many other movies just because. I got drunk a few times. Did pointless driving. Grenading<3. Almost got a tattoo [stupid changing laws. 24 days!] I went to Six Flags and a different state. I took photobooth pictures and found out it is in fact possible for five teenagers to fit in there. Sort of. I hung out with the most recent love of my life at least once a week. I just had an all-around good time. Summer is love. College is a terrifying hell. It is hell in the way that people are scared of it, and yet have never experienced it. That's what's going on with me right now at least. I got super-closer to my mom. This was an AMAZING three months, and I will mourn it for a long time.
Don't judge me based on this band. I hate them usually.
"Photobooth"
I remember when the days were long
And the nights when the living room was on the lawn.
Constant quarreling, the childish fits,
And our clothes in a pile on the ottoman.
All the slander and double-speak
Were only foolish attempts to show you did not mean
Anything, but the blatant proof
Was your lips touching mine in the photobooth.
And as the summer's ending,
The cool air will put your hard heart away.
You were so condescending...
And this is all that's left:
Scraping paper to document.
I've packed a change of clothes and it's time
To move on.
Cupped your mouth to compress the sound,
Skinny-dipping with the kids from a nearby town.
And everything that I said was true
As the flash blinded us in the photobooth.
Well, I lost track, and then those words were said.
You took the wheel and you steered us into my bed.
Soon we woke, and I walked you home
And it was pretty clear that it was hardly love.
And as the summer's ending,
The cool air will rush your hard heart away.
You were so condescending.
And this is all that's left:
Scraping paper to document.
I've packed a change of clothes and it's time
To move on.
And as the summer's ending,
The cool air will rush your hard heart away.
You were so condescending.
As the alcohol drained the days.
And as the summer's ending,
The cool air will rush your hard heart away.
You were so condescending.
And this is all that's left:
The empty bottles, spent cigarettes.
So pack a change of clothes, 'cause it's time
To move on...
Don't judge me based on this band. I hate them usually.
"Photobooth"
I remember when the days were long
And the nights when the living room was on the lawn.
Constant quarreling, the childish fits,
And our clothes in a pile on the ottoman.
All the slander and double-speak
Were only foolish attempts to show you did not mean
Anything, but the blatant proof
Was your lips touching mine in the photobooth.
And as the summer's ending,
The cool air will put your hard heart away.
You were so condescending...
And this is all that's left:
Scraping paper to document.
I've packed a change of clothes and it's time
To move on.
Cupped your mouth to compress the sound,
Skinny-dipping with the kids from a nearby town.
And everything that I said was true
As the flash blinded us in the photobooth.
Well, I lost track, and then those words were said.
You took the wheel and you steered us into my bed.
Soon we woke, and I walked you home
And it was pretty clear that it was hardly love.
And as the summer's ending,
The cool air will rush your hard heart away.
You were so condescending.
And this is all that's left:
Scraping paper to document.
I've packed a change of clothes and it's time
To move on.
And as the summer's ending,
The cool air will rush your hard heart away.
You were so condescending.
As the alcohol drained the days.
And as the summer's ending,
The cool air will rush your hard heart away.
You were so condescending.
And this is all that's left:
The empty bottles, spent cigarettes.
So pack a change of clothes, 'cause it's time
To move on...