Dear shithead,
This isn't happening;
The sky is really falling,
The paint's all made of lead,
There's asbestos in the walls,
Hell's coming to rip off the doors
To your priveleged heaven.
Do you want to love and feel it?
You can look but you can't taste it.
You can reach but you'll never have it.
We are untouchable;
Untouchable is something to be.

Mountain. Party. Smoke in face. Julie spent the night.

This weekend had ups and downs.
Whatever.

You are the smell before rain
You are the blood in my vains

I want this school year to end
I want the summer to start
I want long warm days
I wanna stay up all night
I want to stay out all night
I wanna be gone and have nothing with me
I wanna be free
I want to keep a photo album of my life.
I want to get out of here..

I want to thank you.
I want you to keep me breathing.

Keep me breathing.

And at the end of your low you pin my shoulders against the mattress
Arching your frame with your stomach pushed outward
Your head titling back with your mouth partially open
The sounds slur and elevate slowly in volume

If you fall in love

Fall in love and hold nothing back

I'll fall in love

Fall in love and hold nothing back from you

I wanna road trip.
Soon.
Real soon.

Dear shithead,

This isn't happening;
The sky is really falling,
The paint's all made of lead,
There's asbestos in the walls,
Hell's coming to rip off the doors
To your priveleged heaven.
Do you want to love and feel it?
You can look but you can't taste it.
You can reach but you'll never have it.
We are untouchable;
Untouchable is something to be.

Name: Chris Hundley ( Read more... )

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