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1. Yesterday tasted like teardrops Each droplet the loneliest messenger The saline was tougher than usual this time It skipped my cheek bone Lit up my taste buds like gunfire And now my mouth is drowning in the vowels tomorrow has to offer Yesterday felt like monster truck tire marks On the junk car assembly line Yesterday never felt this deadly before Those weapons The ones with dragons painted on the side The big purple ones with names like Beast or Destroyer With fire decals that looked fake enough to smile at Were real enough to crush us Crush yesterday Crush everything we always wanted to be And I've never been so ready for nothing to exist Yesterday sounded like daffodils in December The silence only former lovers know Each petal looking for one last chance you know it doesn't deserve Yesterday sounded like a good time to give up To get the hell out of here Yesterday makes a fool of the horizon Pretending there is nothing worth searching for Like there is nothing left at all It’s morning Today hits you in the forehead with a spitball Grabs you out of bed Points you to the windowsill And smiles You turn around Bed just out of arm's reach But today taps you on the shoulder Leans in and whispers the good news mom used to leave you with at the bus stop It blends in with the cool breeze for a moment You go outside Grab that jacket your grandmother bought you last Christmas Zip it up right above your bellybutton And remember the wind can give the best advice Today brought you your favorite mixtape The one you left in your high school locker And today likes the stereo real loud You cruise with the windows down all day You drive west Swear you can beat the sunset You imagine you're driving a monster truck And you destroy today Take everything you ever wanted back You see yesterday in the rear view mirror as you approach the beach It's dusk You smile You jump right in the water and know there's no turning back
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Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 1:19 PM UTC
A 48 Hour Sensory Timeline
1. Yesterday tasted like teardrops Each droplet the loneliest messenger The saline was tougher than usual this time It skipped my cheek bone Lit up my taste buds like gunfire And now my mouth is drowning in the vowels tomorrow has to offer Yesterday felt like monster truck tire marks On the junk car assembly line Yesterday never felt this deadly before Those weapons The ones with dragons painted on the side The big purple ones with names like Beast or Destroyer With fire decals that looked fake enough to smile at Were real enough to crush us Crush yesterday Crush everything we always wanted to be And I've never been so ready for nothing to exist Yesterday sounded like daffodils in December The silence only former lovers know Each petal looking for one last chance you know it doesn't deserve Yesterday sounded like a good time to give up To get the hell out of here Yesterday makes a fool of the horizon Pretending there is nothing worth searching for Like there is nothing left at all It’s morning Today hits you in the forehead with a spitball Grabs you out of bed Points you to the windowsill And smiles You turn around Bed just out of arm's reach But today taps you on the shoulder Leans in and whispers the good news mom used to leave you with at the bus stop It blends in with the cool breeze for a moment You go outside Grab that jacket your grandmother bought you last Christmas Zip it up right above your bellybutton And remember the wind can give the best advice Today brought you your favorite mixtape The one you left in your high school locker And today likes the stereo real loud You cruise with the windows down all day You drive west Swear you can beat the sunset You imagine you're driving a monster truck And you destroy today Take everything you ever wanted back You see yesterday in the rear view mirror as you approach the beach It's dusk You smile You jump right in the water and know there's no turning back
ian-cairns
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Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 1:19 PM UTC
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