goes out late and stays out late.
i love him because he has dirty shoes and a clean conscience,
i love him,
because late nights, bunk-beds and gunpowder/rocks.
i like him best when he's got his hands in his pockets
and i like myself best when i've got matching bracelets on my wrists and rings on my fingers.
you're still a little boy who get tired before you can go to far and is scared of pretty girls
She's been doing this to you for twenty-four years
"Dance," and " 'cause you got kerosene feet and a little waist".
And I hate to say it but you do.
And I hate to say it but your mouth is too small for your nicotine tongue,
that's why you never use it.
goes out late and stays out late.
i love him because he has dirty shoes and a clean conscience,
i love him,
because late nights, bunk-beds and gunpowder/rocks.
i like him best when he's got his hands in his pockets
and i like myself best when i've got matching bracelets on my wrists and rings on my fingers.
you're still a little boy who get tired before you can go to far and is scared of pretty girls
She's been doing this to you for twenty-four years
"Dance," and " 'cause you got kerosene feet and a little waist".
And I hate to say it but you do.
And I hate to say it but your mouth is too small for your nicotine tongue,
that's why you never use it.
you are far too near
to near too far and I
feel myself retreating.
everyone loves a bastard
like you. oh yes oh god
they do.
you are more like a piece of
the sky refusing to
light up and less like God
or someone deserving.
the rain is too much, she
bears an uncanny resemblance
to you. overwhelmingly so.
i wonder what it is you
are made of. it's not strong,
it's not soft. i suppose
you aren't so different so
special like you make yourself
out to be. the endlessness of
you is no different from the
beginning of you or the lies
of you.
i ought to know all
of you, but I do not.
update/ all that has happened since last time:
- high school
- scary english class
- hot boy
- hot boy has a troop of hoes
- hot boy has a girlfriend
rats. doesn't look so good on paper.
nothing is really that amazing.
i missed out on summer romance.
it's raining. a lot.
and there's bright lighting like camera flashes and there's thunder that shakes the windows in my house.