I love our inside jokes.
Close friends with unspoken communication
it transcends our verbal limitations,
its chaos and beauty
mixed, together just as separate
a place is found
in a disorderly scene
paint and water spill
creating with colliding colors that
clash and **** things up together
in the most profound way
I'll tell you about my day
in a haze of excitement
and a fervor of love and wonder
everyday is a trip
to a new experience
its painful and dull
with pangs of sharp realizations
and laments that end with
I'll fix it someday
so we burn the day away
and hit the pill bottles
to relax the muscles
and taste the paper
to experience what it says
but we know that we go too far
some days
some days we go too far
and we still don't think it's far enough.
Apr 28, 2010
Apr 28, 2010 at 7:39 PM UTC
I love our inside jokes.
Close friends with unspoken communication
it transcends our verbal limitations,
its chaos and beauty
mixed, together just as separate
a place is found
in a disorderly scene
paint and water spill
creating with colliding colors that
clash and **** things up together
in the most profound way
I'll tell you about my day
in a haze of excitement
and a fervor of love and wonder
everyday is a trip
to a new experience
its painful and dull
with pangs of sharp realizations
and laments that end with
I'll fix it someday
so we burn the day away
and hit the pill bottles
to relax the muscles
and taste the paper
to experience what it says
but we know that we go too far
some days
some days we go too far
and we still don't think it's far enough.