I'm drunk enough to drive you home now.

I was dancing with a best friend.
I feel strange when things change like that.
Like it's a bad habit, something i should really have gotten over by now.
I wish i knew what i want.

It's always someone i love more than i should.
And who i cant't have.

i can wait. i can wait.

I can't explain the state that I'm in
The state of my heart, he was my best friend
Into the car, from the back seat
Oh admiration in falling asleep
All of my powers, day after day
I can tell you, we swaggered and swayed
Deep in the tower, the prairies below
I can tell you, the telling gets old
Terrible sting and terrible storm
I can tell you the day we were born
My friend is gone, he ran away
I can tell you, I love him each day
Though we have sparred, wrestled and raged
I can tell you I love him each day
Terrible sting, terrible storm
I can tell you...

chaos

i feel emotionally drained and completley out of sync.

aha;

that was suprisingly easy. :)

not eveything in your life is poetic and dramatic,
just remember that.
we can just BE,
we dont have to be on tip-toes around each other.

god, it's almost summer.
i cannot flipping wait to get out of this shithole
not like, my house. or even my town.
just this whole limbo.
'i feel like butter spread over too much bread'.

i just want change. i say it all the time.
but i really just want things to be different.
i know that when it comes to it,
i'll be real sad and probably scared shitless,
but after that... god its gonna be fucking great. ;)

;

(i hope i dont end up fighting for you, just to win you and then drop you, like i always always have)

I am unfinished.

I'll be like a ghost
Gone when the morning comes.

here's to all the new beginnings we never got back from.

You are encouraged to dance emphatically, manically, even desperately, cause who knows where this is heading?

press the skip button to the end of the night
where i'm falling about catching your eye
i told everyone (and myself)
that it would never happen again
and it did and it does and it will
there's nothing i can do about that.

when goodbye's are actually hello's
and kisses goodnight are just another start-a-fight
that ends in tears and me saying its all ok.
we were never ok i was never ok with you
but somehow the circus ride is still going
around and around and around
tinny music plays and we realise we're stuck in our
old ways.

i will always be delerius for you when it comes to fucking my way out of a situation.
really all i'm doing is creeping back in.
i'd like to be less of a twat, but i cater for one.

i'd like to be able to write about you better too, but that won't happen.
you were always the one who had the way with words...