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Monday, April 20, 2009

Changes

Some things have changed -
And at the same time, some things haven't.

Haa, I missed this.



Sunday, February 03, 2008

Chapter Four

Breathe in for luck. Breathe in so deep. This air is blessed, you share with me. This night is wild, so calm and dull. These hearts they race from self control. Your legs are smooth as they graze mine. We're doing fine. We're doing nothing at all. My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me. So won't you kill me, so I die happy. My heart is yours to fill or burst, to break or bury, or wear as jewelery - which ever you prefer.

The words are hushed, let's not get busted - just lay entwined here, undiscovered. Safe in here from all the stupid questions: "Hey did you get some?" Man, that is so dumb. Stay quiet, stay near, stay close they can't hear - so we can get some. My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me. So won't you kill me, so I die happy. My heart is yours to fill or burst, to break or bury, or wear as jewelery - which ever you prefer.

Hands down, this is the best day I can ever remember. Always remember the sound of the stereo, the dim of the soft lights, the scent of your hair that you twirled in your fingers. And the time on the clock when we realized it's so late, and this walk that we shared together
The streets were wet and the gate was locked, so I jumped it, and let you in. And you stood at your door with your hands on my waist and you kissed me like you meant it.

And I knew that you meant it. That you meant it, that you meant it.
I knew that you meant it -
That you meant it.




Dashboard Confessional - "Hands Down"


Thursday, January 31, 2008

Chapter 3

She fixes her lips. They always look perfect. Never a smudged line, never too much. I try on my blue shirt. She told me she liked it. She wonders what I'll wear. She knows jsut what she'll wear. She always wear blue. So, sneakers of flip-flops? I'm starting to panic.
Remember, she asked you. Remember to breathe - and everything will be okay.
Okay. Okay.
Alright. Alright.
Alright. Alright.
Alright? Alright?
Okay.




Dashboard Confessional - "Remember to Breathe"


Chapter Two

So she says, "Everyone's going to the party -  won't you come if I come
with a friend for your friend? I'd be so pleased to see you out of the classroom, wearing the smile that I'll bring you. I was hoping to learn a few things like...

"Do you do you like dishing the dirt on the whole class? And talking the big smack, and playing the fool? And wearing all of the latest fashions? Or bucking the new trends - wearing your old threads? Or if you like coffee in the evening. These are a few things that I'd like to know - that I'd like to know."

So I said,  "I've been scheduled to work but I'll call in. And my friend isn't busy, he'd be happy to join me. And maybe my friend and your friend will hit it off - or maybe we will? I'm dying to know...

"Do you do you like dreaming of things so impossible? Or only the practical? Or ever the wild? Or waiting through all your bad bad days, just to end them with someone you care about? And do you like making out? And long drives? And brown eyes? And guys that just don't quite fit in?
Yeah, do you like them?

"So yes, I'll see you there."




Dashboard Confessional -  "So Impossible"


Wednesday, January 30, 2008

Chapter One

I'm starting to fashion an idea in my head, where I would impress you with every single word I said. It would come out insightful, or brave, or smooth, or charming. And you'd want to call me. And I would be there every time you need me - I'd be there every time.

But for now I'll look so longingly... waiting. For you to want me. For you to need me. For you to notice me.




Dashboard Confessional - "For You to Notice"



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