Feb 24, 2008 01:14
electric beetles scrambling to make it to their dunes pass me left and right. i'm not fast enough to keep up, but i have too much pride to move aside.
i scratch our names into the church tower like my parents did and tell myself that we won't share the same fate as the former. we're not star-crossed, but we believe it because we aren't willing to break.
we don't have anything worth sharing, but i like to pretend. i fake it so much that sometimes i forget where i am.
take me home before sunrise.