"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, March 4, 2009

And Then...

That place where insanity borders on action
I've booked a room for two, or three
You could join me if you'd like
I won't tell.

Maybe I'll bring someone else along
We're not anything like what they think
Brothers, sisters, people with pasts
You know me and I know you
I would never tell.

But I'm so scared
Scared that you'll open your mouth
That you'll tell.

Maybe a room for one would be better
Camping out on the insanity side
Right on the edge, leaning toward action
Crawling toward everything you fear
I can't tell.
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