"If sweet death should ever conquer me, let me know, boys, let me know. If you hear him coming, won't you let me flee? Let me go, boys, let me go."

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Get Away From These Liars

'Cause they don't catch your soul or your fire.

I don't really know what else to say. I had a thought earlier but since it was thought I've gotten to lazy to write it down.
I want to have band practice.
I want to skateboard.
I want to do all the things I love right now.
I want more time.
I want to know the truth.
I want my phone.
I want to ask questions I may not be prepared to hear the answers to.
I want to be selfish and not feel bad about it.
I want to stop procrastinating.
I want endless possibilities.
I want him all to myself.
I want to keep my options open.
I want to keep what I've been looking for for so long.
I want to have more late night conversations.
I want to not care.
But I can't.
If only I could just screw it all.
But I can't.
If only I could work up the courage.
But I can't.
If only I could scream all the cuss words I know at the top of my lungs.
But I can't.

Where on earth is all this coming from?

See ya,
Nova.

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