"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, July 9, 2008

Switch Flipped

Focus on your gleaming eyes
And all the world I'll see
Before me
Unfolding, unrolling, revealing its
True nature to be something
Something I don't understand.

On, off, on, off
Cold and hot run side-by-side
Implications thick in smiles
Bitter tempers spin them
Though we fight it valiantly
We've become what we had feared.

Never wanted anything to
Change, you said
You're either foolish or lying
Deluding yourself into believing
That things could ever stay stagnant.
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