You're so Vain.

When you tell me the greatest part of us, is seeing old pictures, I know I can hold through this weather.
The countertops of our life are cracking. The paint is peeling. The walls of my life are closing - deep breath. The stovetop is slow to heat. Just like us when we touched and smiled at first sight.
I think the greatest part of criss cross patterns on the floor, is the knowledge that our vinyl is still slippery. We can't stare and see the sky anymore, the precipitation of our desires holds these rainclouds above us.
I don't want to write anymore, when I can see your thoughts fall off the end of my pen. Its like a failure of us, I can't stand to see occur.
You're so vain.

-Tyler Stunna-