"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

Saturday, May 31, 2008

It Poured Emotion

Rainwater ballet on a cool, misty night
We're whirling and twirling and screaming
And there's so little anyone could do
Soaked to the skin and smiling wide
I'm wearing whatever I could find
And forgetting to care that it's now ruined.

Crackling air warns us of what's coming
It's light in the darkness, so calm, so foreboding
A flash of hope to sobbing skies and crying eyes
Closer, closer, inching closer still
And all we want is to touch that light
To be free of the midnight that encases
And consumes everything we love.

Even blind, I can still see you clearly
Beautiful, and each unlike the next
Innocence died along with blue skies
We've embraced our newfound flaws
And the broken lives we've so created
Never needing to be like them
Love costs so much more than that.

And that's exactly what it is, love
In its most unexpected form
Not enough to heal the damage
Not enough to change the world
Not enough to save us
And yet, enough to distract
To occupy the imagination
To make this awful storm we've weathered
Almost worth the while.

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