"She's in love, and the world gets blurry
She makes mistakes, and she's in no hurry to grow up
'Cause grownups, they don't understand her
Well it's a big, big world out there, but she's not scared...
She finds hope in the strangest places
She reads her books, and she knows the faces
Of everyone that ever said she's alone
She knows every word to the saddest songs
And she sings along, though her friends all tell her
That she can't sing...
She's eighteen, much too young
To know what a kiss like that would mean
But her lips, they were no stranger to the touch
And she likes it way too much."
--Mayday Parade, So Far Away

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

Faded Garden

Twist my vision to make yourself look better
Or turn the corners of my mouth
Because all I ever do is smile for you
Laugh for you
Scream for you
I'm tired, so tired of being your option.

Shake my world and watch it shiver
Snow globe in frosted, crackling glass
And I'll stare at the falling snow
Whirling flakes
Trembling flakes
You're not exactly what I'd imagined.

Parallels begin to merge, and I'm
Diving upward into a shallow night
But you catch me every time
Hold my breath
Steal my breath
Someday I'll learn to walk again.

You disappear and the lights click on
Shadows hold no interest in my frenzy
Because you always loved the sunbeams
Glittering rays
Deceitful sparkles
If I could touch you now, we would dance together in the lies.

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