February 2004
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hold on tightly, let go lightly.
i got a twenty-dollar bill that says no one’s ever seen you without makeup. you’re always made up. and i’m sick of your tattoos, and the way you always criticize the smiths…and morrissey. and i know that you’re a sucker for anything acoustic. but when i say let’s keep in touch, i really mean i wish that you’d grow up. this is the first song for...
simple math.
but i’ll remember good days with that cinematic feel, like old movies when the sound cuts out, and time elapses through cold december days to me and you in june…in this magic hour the failing light turns you into a beautiful silhouette. this is my song.
we crashed and survived. say prayers to stay alive. note to future me: remember valentine’s day 2004. remember that shit...
bless the hour that holds your fall.
when one finds himself thinking about something that, not too long ago, would devastate them completely; and now it is jumping around the mind like a monkey on crack… what does our hero do next?