You’re sick in your bones and that’s the worst kind.
That sickness ain’t compared to the one in your mind.
Those **** clothes hang over your **** bones.

More fragile then bambi but stronger then anyone I’ve ever dreamt about.
I want to hook onto your collar bones and protest about everything you know about.

I don’t like it here Sam.
Pretty
Girls
Look
At
Me
Funny.
I just want to sleep.
I always want to sleep.
The bags under my eyes are the same shade as this **** pencil led.
The same color as that smoke I miss so much.
That smoke that took me away.
I
Just
Want
To
Sleep.
I’m livid I’m writing so fast that my arm is cramping.
Ana stole your life, she ***** your head and your body.
She
Stripped
You
Out
Of
Your
Clothes,
And messed with your eyes.
She allowed you to let metal dance on your skin.
It wasn’t you Sam, it was your evil twin Ana.
I get so mad I just wanna lay down for a little bit.
Everyone is looking at me.
I
Can’t
Breathe.
I have to breathe cuz I can’t cause a scene.
I need my partner in crime.
These lines didn’t turn out perfectly like I wanted them too.
They need to be perfect for a perfect recovery and a perfect person called Sam.
This ain’t perfect so I’m going to go take a **** nap.

We walked down the street
Unknown to you and me
We sat at the bar and talked
For a lifetime
About where we had been
And the city's that we've seen
And the way leaves are changing
And the way the waves are breaking

But we went our seperate ways
With the hope of that Sunday
And other get togethers
Sometime soon

Dancing in my mind
Running through the wind
Your voice plays pretend
With my heart.
And loving you is simple
Until you leave again
Then I'm laying here
Replaying it forever

And that Sunday in the cafe
We drank wine
And fell asleep
But beneath those shining lights
Was a god right there for me

And you'll dance in my mind
Until I fall asleep
And I'll wake up with no Evidence
Of you
Ever on these sheets...

Oh so darling
Can you stop dancing
You're making me dizzy
And I'm losing my mind

Because you're beautiful
And I can't stop
I'm writing about you
In letters
And random napkins
That I find in town


So don't stop dancing...
Because I'll see you soon.
When the moon has the same face
In both cities that were in.

And you'll be with me.
Even just one night.
Oh you'll lay beside me
And keep me safe
And remind me that soon
Again one day
We'll be together
If we keep dancing through
Each others brains...

I'm superstitious.
I always have been.
I don't think that part of me will ever change.
And I've been making 11.11 wishes for quite some time.
And sometimes they work.
My recent one worked.
In a completely backwards and crazy way.
I'm not gonna say what I wished for but it has something to do with a man named Sam.
I thought I loved him.
I wanted there to be an us.
But then one day I ran into you.
You weren't the Sam I was expecting.
But you're Sam.
And you like me.
And you actually want me.
And it's as if my 11.11 wish was answered.
It just got mixed up.
And I believe everything happens for a reason.
And I believe this could be something wonderful.....

You took me to the park
And we sat on the swings
We talked for hours
And I didn't even realize the lapse in time.
You're proud of me, I think.
Proud to be with me, I think, while you take pictures of me to show.
I laugh and smile, and self conscientiously act, the usual first date second date I don't know what even.
My interests, my problems. Your advice, your plans.
In sync.
I don't know where to go from here,
I just hope it keeps on going.

I stopped thinking about you constantly
I can now focus on what matters
But
In between shampooing and conditioning my hair
That silent moment on the radio
The moment before finally drifting into sleep
Waiting for the light to turn green
Fast forwarding through the commercials
I still think of you