I will try to be happy,
but you're so far away,
and tonight I will listen to your voice over and over and over and over and over again.
And I will read every single letter and think about how I should be telling you how I feel instead of listening to The Smiths and crying and wondering if anything's possible anymore.
But I won't, at least not right now.
Maybe I will someday,
but it's too embarassing,
to scary,
to cliché,
and far too real.
I don't like you being so far away,
but I don't like you getting too close either,
come home so I know you're safe.
I will go to sleep now, rocking back and forth singing to myself.
it gets better it gets better it gets better it gets better it gets better it gets better it gets better it gets better it gets better it gets better it gets better it gets better it gets better it gets better it gets better it gets better it gets better it gets better it gets better it gets better it gets better
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Yumm.
So I get off the phone and think, finally,
I have made it past what I thought I was,
And who i am,
And now i don't need to worry.
Tomorrow is a new day,
Tomorrow is a new day.
But then i look at the backs of my heels,
And I realise I am mistaken.
I have made it past what I thought I was,
And who i am,
And now i don't need to worry.
Tomorrow is a new day,
Tomorrow is a new day.
But then i look at the backs of my heels,
And I realise I am mistaken.
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