I prefer my hours unreasonable, And my friends and allies insane.
I prefer my fingers broken, and my phone disconnected
*So even if you tried to call, I wouldn't get the message.
Or be able to reply.*
Leave a message after the tone
Beep
You don't need me to jumpstart your solitude-
You seem to be doing fine on your own
*I prefer my memories erased, and my saviors visible.
Not that i need saving.
Not that i need your help.*
I gave up on humans a long time ago
I prefer my my birds singing, my ears ringing
As your words echo in my head
*I'd leave you for dead,
If ever the chance came my way.
I am no Good Samaritan,
As it turns out*
I prefer my ink black anyway, and the horizon invisible
Losing my place, is what I always seem to do
Looking for the sounds
Listening to the sights
*Left in a cold darkness that is absence,
Of mind, of body,
But most notably, of you.*
Jan 30, 2012
Jan 30, 2012 at 9:20 PM UTC
I prefer my hours unreasonable, And my friends and allies insane.
I prefer my fingers broken, and my phone disconnected
*So even if you tried to call, I wouldn't get the message.
Or be able to reply.*
Leave a message after the tone
Beep
You don't need me to jumpstart your solitude-
You seem to be doing fine on your own
*I prefer my memories erased, and my saviors visible.
Not that i need saving.
Not that i need your help.*
I gave up on humans a long time ago
I prefer my my birds singing, my ears ringing
As your words echo in my head
*I'd leave you for dead,
If ever the chance came my way.
I am no Good Samaritan,
As it turns out*
I prefer my ink black anyway, and the horizon invisible
Losing my place, is what I always seem to do
Looking for the sounds
Listening to the sights
*Left in a cold darkness that is absence,
Of mind, of body,
But most notably, of you.*
Charlotte's words are in italics
Mine are just times new roman....like a boss
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