so so so thankful, at last, that i am out of port huron.
(steen, you will be out soon too! even if i must kidnap you!)
my mind just grew up differently.
my mind just grew up.

brand new & manchester orchestra were amazing.

"i've got friends in all the right places..."

taste the regret as it leaves your stomach
coating your tongue with every noun
watery eyes, the only thing that makes sense now;
spitting your insides out.
start over,
start over start over start over start over.

i'm left out ( Read more... )

you tried to put a fire out
but you used gasoline.

not here, not there ( Read more... )

i think you might actually be on to something.
there's no point in trying to take ourselves so seriously
we're swaying in subconscious subways, so insane
but your thoughts still bring flowers for my brain.

this fits so comfortably,
and you work in miraculous ways.
for all the things you do for me:
thank you,
thank you,
thank you.

how
can
you
cry
now?
this
whole
thing's
been
such
a
drought.

does it matter much to me
to mean a thing to you?
i can't really say.

cut your losses, love
there's no one
who understands what you're thinking of.
no one.
automatic, dull and marred
then pulled apart
and you know now that you really are
no one
and life's just lonely.

if all i ever did was look up to you
and all i ever did was let you down,
there's nothing stopping me now.