"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

Sunday, May 11, 2008

Thirty-Three Midnights

I'm a sad excuse for what you've made me
But I don't think you're any better
I could be, no
I couldn't.
So wrap me up in lies and steel
Smiling in that smirk I love and loathe

Silver clouds in untold dreams
I want to hold tight to what I've lost
Leave me in the middle of the one-way
And maybe I'll crawl the one way back

Because you never really saw this
I should have forced you to
Everything would've been different
Wishful thought, wishful dread
You're the ghost that haunts my empty hollows

Put my withering sunshine in the closet
And you'll drop your heavy heart in my hands
I'm your savior, but no saint
Maybe someday we'll both understand.
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