Now it's day and I've been trying to get that taste off my tongue
I was dreaming of just you, now our cereal, it is warm
Attractive day in the rubble of the night from before
Now I can't walk in a vacuum, I feel ugly, feel my pores
It's the trees of this day that I do battle with for the light
Then I start to feel tragic, people greet me, I'm polite
"What's the day?"
"Whats you doing?"
"How's your mood?"
"How's that song?"
Man it passes right by me, it's behind me, now it's gone
And I can't lift you up cause my mind is tired
It's family beaches that I desire
A sacred night where we'll watch the fireworks
They frightened the babies and you know they've got two flashing eyes
And if they are color blind, they make me feel that you're only what I see sometimes.

Happy Thanksgiving? or something.

Subject:
RE: no sweet potatoe pie
Body: we love you, and miss you!!!!
its not the same here without you.


College gets so depressing around these times.

This bandwagon's on it's last leg.

I love when people think they're smooth, meanwhile you see right through them. It's extremely entertaining. I have that same gut feeling I had when it happened the first time. I wouldnt even say it's an awful feeling, it's actually comforting. I already know. Completely obvious and stupid move. Stress the stupid.

We always knew that you were better.

I'm so in love with Monessen.

<3 .

Used to be one of the rotton ones and I liked you for that,
Now you're all gone, got your makeup on, and you're not coming back.






Dear New York,
Please go fuck yourself.
Or at least until I miss you again.