"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

Thursday, October 2, 2008

I Thought I Heard Your Thoughts

There's a dream and a reality
A practical state of MIA
A radical practicality
So stunning, so dreamlike

A quality I can't quite taste
Fingertips tracing pretty frost patterns
You're soaring high above me
Yet so far below my expectations

I'll be, you'll be
Don't wait up for me this time
Solidly invisible and loudly unheard
Somehow a miracle occurs

Tiptoe on murky glass
Your words echo in my own
Squared shoulders to frame the heart
Cast of stone to set it straight

I saw you there
Saw you standing in the shadows
I saw you, I felt your presence
I promised to honor this
And I will
Keep searching in the corners of my eyes.
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