flashing lights in the front window
the crack of the old garage door
the smell of grease and a smile
after 14 hour days and wanting more

kiss n ride drop offs
and homemade baked goods on the counter
the smell of her perfume
and floating sounds of singing all around her

the house sits in darkness
wondering where it’s family went
where are the smiles, it’s asks
where are the children, where is their time spent?

And I’d take the good with the bad now
If it just meant I got to be young again
The arguments would mean nothing  
If it meant I got to go back to then

i went to the market today
i bought myself a fresh bundle
not of your favourites, but of mine
of yellow and blue with green stems

tonight i will fill the mason jar fresh
with water and petals floating alongside
and i will watch as the petals drop
one by one i save them, dried

tomorrow i will go to the market
i will walk to the water and smile
i will skip rocks on the shore
and watch the waves stretch out for miles

i will keep those petals in a jar
those of green and yellow and blue
i will remember their place on my shelf
i will always remember you

The streetlights shine through my warped glass panes
Spraying shapes for me to watch in vain
I wonder if after 50 years
Anyone will even remember my name
The cars whizz by at dangerous speeds
I lose sense of time and neglect my body's needs
Feeling myself whither away and unable to stop it
My life's coming to a crashing halt while theirs proceeds
I have never felt this alone before
I keep waiting and hoping for something more
But nobody can come save me from myself
As far as I'm concerned I'm done for

im addicted to you
to your laugh and your smiles
your "i havent seen you around in a while" 's
and i've made most of it up in my mind anyway
i romanticize the little things
like your bedroom and the way your t shirt clings
i can see our future so clearly its scary
its not happily ever after by any means
but its enough for now
its enough for us in our teens

we are puzzle pieces of the unknown
only to be solved when we come together
in ignorance of our own mysteries.

we live in a world of half truths and half lies
if you believe any different, how lucky are you
to be so peacefully naive.

the first rule i was ever taught was
deception is a way of life
those who are good and honest
do not last long in fake towns.

i wonder if my issues make me damaged goods
im not sure i will ever be whole
these scars are not skin deep
they are carved into my soul.

to be young and dumb
in the city that never sleeps
just waiting for disaster to strike
we're all playing for keeps