Sunday, October 11, 2009

your song on the radio.


It starts slow and than the bridge begins to build to the chorus, thoughts soaring in my head.
My neck begins to crease, my eyes begin to light up
And I gently turn up the volume of the stereo

I'm struck suddenly; the hairs on my neck stand on end and I feel weak
After all, sometimes it's the strongest memories from such a simple song that
Are caught beneath the landslide of life
You forget about these things and you let it go,
Slide, drain, empty from inside you
But still, there's a faint residue of remembrance of what used to be
Of phone calls at five in the morning
Sleeping in, sending texts you always wanted to save
Thinking of our demise makes me sick, and I think you should know,
No one has ever felt the way I felt about you

It hurts to think,
It's a little impossible to keep on this drive
And worse, I wish I never turned on the radio
Sometimes I wish it was just you and I, summer of 05

Some day you will find me
I know you will find me
After all, you knew me best
And you tried to hold on better than the rest

Thursday, October 1, 2009

Writing the end

This wasn't the shit I signed up for when we went out
when I walk in, let's grab those cubes and throw them in a glass
don't stop, make it rock,
feel this, rush this pulse,
because there's no fear in the world that can separate us
especially when your mouth is around that bottle of Jack
don't stop, make it rock
tonight we're going to not fight, play these games
dig your three inch heels into the carpet
don't stop, make it rock
push me down, away, shit we can do this any day
don't need to fight, why make it right when we can drink all night?
No care in the world when you're here
we've got more class than the Queen on acid
crack, crack, crack, you hear that?
it's the sound of us breaking apart,
foundations cracking