I'm talented at breathing, especially exhaling.. so that my chest will rise and fall with yours. ~Dashboard Confessional

It's some kind of waiting where my fingers shake and my mind wanders and all of the tangents I touch on are basis for a serious psychothereputic evaluation. How did I ever get there from here? It's the kind of wait where time ( Read more... )

..i'm a little sad.

Turn that into something beautiful, I dare you.

Words would ruin this, so at your expense I'll sit and breathe it in instead.
Don't hate me.

like a countdown for the faint at heart ( Read more... )

Don't you worry about a thing, baby ( Read more... )

It's late and my words are old.. there's no use that I can put them to tonight. My poetry is stale from my heart's night with you. It's funny how I say that like I mind. Truth is, I've never been so speechless or so tired in my life as I am on these days I spend with you. And I couldn't love it more ( Read more... )

[theysaythismeanssomething]
           but to whom?
cause the only one i'm looking to please is
                                    you.

(timepleasestand) STILL:
          let's prove them right..

The possibility of redemption seeps its way through the cracks in my heart as I sit here and, for no justifiable reason at all, hold a significant amount of blind faith in someone who doesn't seem to believe in it. Pity me, will you?

Fall asleep with me and forget you have somewhere to be.My face is numb from the cold you left me standing in and nothing helps me remember just what it was I was trying to forget. The approaching season taunts me with its knowledge of the things I can't control. Only winter can make me feel so small. And as the leaves disappear into pugnant smoke ( Read more... )

Sleep is for the wicked ( Read more... )