"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

Wednesday, May 7, 2008

Warnings are just Sick Suggestions.

Black boxes full of eerie light
Sparkle in the shadows I inhabit
I'm the one with the shallow eyes
And the look that just might kill the dead.

Take me for whatever works
I'm used to being used that way
It's not always so terrible
Not when compared.

Triangles of lime and neon
Oscillate in average scenes
He was somebody once, you know
And she must have been somebody, too.

So shake what's fragile
If it doesn't survive, it shouldn't have
And it's better off this way
Preferred in pieces, not in whole.

To be tempted is to be expected to go wrong
Isn't it?

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