Looking at pictures
from the other weekend
and we’re in it
and we look happy
and nice
and I’m glad we have those pictures
I’m sorry about your injury
it’s a **** shame
I miss you
so much
even though
we’re two feet
apart
These pictures mean a lot to me,
I’ll send them to you
Everyone says
the same goodbyes and hellos
as if one person is just a person
but the people I’ve met
are not just people
I miss your smile
it made me feel genuine
I’m comfortable in my own skin
not many people can say that
I like being under your skin
only I can say that
We lay naked on your bed
and I don’t remember what I said
I felt so welcome there
Your stays at home aren’t fun
and running away sounds nice
but frankly
we have no money
and a lot of responsibility
On my birthday
I wonder what you’ll get me
maybe that ******* belt
or a really nice note
maybe both
When I’m legal
I’ll climb up
the freeway
underpass
and sit on the
railing
watching the cars
drive by and by
People are falling from the sky, lately
in my dreams
abused half people
and psychopaths
tell me about nice dresses
and about the television
I’m sailing off the edge of this
godforsaken place
All I see is waves
and how I need them
I miss the ocean
and sunburns
I want you when
the sky is clouded
Cold weather, or
the woods
Pictures
they come out nicer
when you’re in
them
us
we’re
two of
a kind
and
th
at
i
t
migh
t
ju
s
t
fal
l
a
p
art
Sep 26, 2010
Sep 26, 2010 at 7:58 PM UTC
Looking at pictures
from the other weekend
and we’re in it
and we look happy
and nice
and I’m glad we have those pictures
I’m sorry about your injury
it’s a **** shame
I miss you
so much
even though
we’re two feet
apart
These pictures mean a lot to me,
I’ll send them to you
Everyone says
the same goodbyes and hellos
as if one person is just a person
but the people I’ve met
are not just people
I miss your smile
it made me feel genuine
I’m comfortable in my own skin
not many people can say that
I like being under your skin
only I can say that
We lay naked on your bed
and I don’t remember what I said
I felt so welcome there
Your stays at home aren’t fun
and running away sounds nice
but frankly
we have no money
and a lot of responsibility
On my birthday
I wonder what you’ll get me
maybe that ******* belt
or a really nice note
maybe both
When I’m legal
I’ll climb up
the freeway
underpass
and sit on the
railing
watching the cars
drive by and by
People are falling from the sky, lately
in my dreams
abused half people
and psychopaths
tell me about nice dresses
and about the television
I’m sailing off the edge of this
godforsaken place
All I see is waves
and how I need them
I miss the ocean
and sunburns
I want you when
the sky is clouded
Cold weather, or
the woods
Pictures
they come out nicer
when you’re in
them
us
we’re
two of
a kind
and
th
at
i
t
migh
t
ju
s
t
fal
l
a
p
art
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