Sure have been doing an awful lot of song writing lately. And even putting music to them. Gooood shit.
I spend my days with FML; Greg, Bryan, and Jess. I love them, so much, and I can't remember a time they weren't all there for me when I needed them, and even when I didn't. It's been good times, guys, and I will never forget.
I spend my nights with CVSK, JeffSK and Skafredo. Ah, life's good. Smoking in my backyard, playing guitar and writing hilarious, rude, satirical songs about anything we damn well please. Thank you, for letting me sleep with a smile, and thank you JeffSK for holding me just right, just when I needed it most. I love you guys!
Sir Halloween... I don't know anymore. I want you in my life, because I find myself drawn to people I feel like I can fix, even if indirectly. I've showed you God, and I couldn't believe it myself, but He has made such a difference already. But I couldn't believe the way you talked to me, I couldn't believe how relentless you were. You've always been kind of an ass, but it was that humor that I loved... but you just wouldn't let it go, and even the guys pointed it out... what happened to you? You used to at least pretend you gave two shits about me and anything i did with my life... now it's useless. You've got her, you've got someone new, and I don't mind it. In fact, I'm so, so glad that she makes you smile and keeps you on your toes. Too bad nothing can stop you from flirting with your aussie girls on the other side of the globe, just so you can have something else. Can you live your life without secrets? You aren't as complicated as you think. Can you live without secrets?
"I must be an idiot, cause you're a liar and a hypocrite but, just tell me you're sorry. Cause I'm willing to accept this lame apology if you'd just give me something to believe. Just give me something to believe."
I was honestly surprised you could make me cry like that. It hurt more than it should have, because I've made you more important than you should be, but that isn't something I could prevent.... why did you let go, and what did i do to you that you talked to me like that? Things were going fine, just in time, just in time they were falling in line.
And it's like you don't even mind that I am trying so hard to leave you behind me. It's like you don't even mind. Time to bail, while my head is held high.
Thursday, December 24, 2009
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