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One day I am going to look out my bedroom window and say It’s a nice day outside One day I will learn to love the heat and not the cold cushion of my bed I will love the sand under my feet And I will not be afraid to get wet Run face first and dive into the hissing water And say **** my phone I don’t need it anymore Let it soak Because if you’re not here with me now You’re probably ******* your computer with your fingertips What’s my status? Alive ************ and not at home I never will be again I have seen one too many earthquakes From behind the white walls of this house Wondered too many times what a mountain tastes like Blood and teeth I bet What a river feels like Rushing white and rapid beneath me What adrenalin feels like when I have to catch myself from falling Rather than catch my breath from watching Another bomb explode in some cliffhanger I am not hanging from Here is your noose Made of zipties and wires The day I die I will greet god diving into a valley of his own creation Rather than in a place of mine The last thing I will ever text I am not here And if you are not with me You are reading this ************* your phone somewhere You had your chance I got mine And I’m taking it
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Dec 23, 2010
Dec 23, 2010 at 12:45 PM UTC
Here's Your Chance
One day I am going to look out my bedroom window and say It’s a nice day outside One day I will learn to love the heat and not the cold cushion of my bed I will love the sand under my feet And I will not be afraid to get wet Run face first and dive into the hissing water And say **** my phone I don’t need it anymore Let it soak Because if you’re not here with me now You’re probably ******* your computer with your fingertips What’s my status? Alive ************ and not at home I never will be again I have seen one too many earthquakes From behind the white walls of this house Wondered too many times what a mountain tastes like Blood and teeth I bet What a river feels like Rushing white and rapid beneath me What adrenalin feels like when I have to catch myself from falling Rather than catch my breath from watching Another bomb explode in some cliffhanger I am not hanging from Here is your noose Made of zipties and wires The day I die I will greet god diving into a valley of his own creation Rather than in a place of mine The last thing I will ever text I am not here And if you are not with me You are reading this ************* your phone somewhere You had your chance I got mine And I’m taking it
jon-tobias
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Dec 23, 2010
Dec 23, 2010 at 12:45 PM UTC
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