You’ve got your finger on a loved one ( Read more... )

Oh yes

Meet me at the dirtbox junction
It's your turn to spin the wheel
Let it put to rest your functions
Tell me how it makes you feel

Meet me up along the river (bend)
Let the water cool you down
Let your fingers do the walking
But not until you hear that sound

That's where you'll find me.

Nowadays I don't feel much
But your sweetness overflowing

Keep it down, don't talk too much
Risk we lose the joy in knowing

Oh, oh-oh, uh oh

Well, I got school in the morning ( Read more... )

It’s coming in the windows now
It’s seeping from the door
You remember exactly how it smells
But have forgotten what it’s for

It's coming out from underneath
While the walls prepare to burst
You know exactly how to count the change
But you've forgotten what it's worth

He not busy being born is busy dying.

-Robert Allyn

I get nervous when she talks at me
And don't know what is going on
But what I definitely see
Is that the feeling's coming on strong

She plays hockey at the junction place
For an hour every night
And she never loses a single game
She's won the hearts of all the guys
And brought a smile to my face

Waitress: "You know, I have to admit you're the first person to order hot cocoa this July."

Me: "Oh, excellent. Hehehe."

Nothing warms my heart like hot cocoa.

Or a slice of sweet potato pie.

Perfect dove
Remind me of
A day when
There were no serpents

And hospital rooms
Weren't digging for tombs
And everyone served out
His purpose

And fools laid in bed
Dreaming instead
Of tomorrow

But all of the days
Are counting away
At my sorrow

So then one of these days
I'll pick up and go...

I hurt. Bad.
Very very bad.