Nov 11, 2009 17:56
this concussion sucks. i can't remember things people tell me. i feel disorientated and my head hurts constantly. i've slept for the past...well, since Monday night. I wish I didn't burn my bridge, I could have used a friend these past two days.
It's always blue and black or breaking skin.
Well, cover up girl; we'll finally leave again.
And you breathe me in so well, in your room, under the cover of this night.
We are safe; we are, as long as you whisper.
So now we're used to the rain, we can swim and I'll say we were never worried, because the floods will only bring the coast and Atlantic closer.
I thought I told you, girl. I thought that I showed you the reason; All I truly want is to get in your head and steal your imagery. I swear we're almost there and we'll be safe inside, down those stairs to your room, where I could stay for days. Substance is over us. Please don't do this, 'Cause this may never change, oh, but I'm still here. It's all the same