fYour pain Is stronger Than his muscles And, her wordsf
Your love Keeps you crying Longer than your friends will stay around Longer than people will talk about your cheap, wal-mart clothes
You fold your jeans And, put them in the
Red, and purple suitcase That has stickers from various airports All over it
You never stick around You'll never stick around Sticking around Isn't as easy As just forgetting
You think you're crazy I think you're special Your Wal-mart clothes, look like Hollister classics
Alan
Jumping
Forgetting Your NameI spent the afternoon cleaning out my room, and I know I said I'd never talk to you again, but I found the inner-tube that we won at the state fair, and I found bits and pieces of the clay pot you helped me make in the sixth grade. I started to see I have all our memories stuffed into one room, and it's too much. My door won't open, and I don't know how to get out without throwing them (our memories, our shit) all away. I have to get out, I hope you understand. I found the globe my Grandma bought me in the back of my closet. I played the game that used to consume hours of our day. My finger landed on an ocean each time. That must mean IForgetting Your Name
Nine Reasons WhyWaking up beside you feels like falling. It starts out with a beautiful view, but now I'm seeing the consequences.Nine Reasons Why
Consequence #1- You're my sister's boyfriend. She's going to kill you, she's going to hate me. We'll be another stupid story whispered in the local diner.
I can see the stages of falling on your face when you wake up, but you seem to have fallen on a bed of flowers, and I'm on rocks.
Consequence #2- This is illegal, isn't it? I'm 17, you're 28. How can I love you so much, how could I do this?
We have spent two days in bed. We turned off our phones, and now it's time to get up. I
I Stole PassionWhen I met you Cale, you had passions. You knew passion. Passion was playing your guitar until your fingers were bright red, passion was you and I in your backseat, passion was saying fuck the world, we belong together.I Stole Passion
I Need YouMy right thigh is asleep, and breathing would be easier if my shoes had laces, if my mirror would fall over, if I could say the words (idon'tneedyouafterall).I Need You
This song is magic. Do you think songs can speak to you? They learn your name, as you learn each lyric, and you sing until you can't breathe from laughing, and then crying, and then laughing again. Some songs have hands, with long, soft fingers that push you forward, and hold you back (they save you sometimes).
My porch is caving in, and they told me to stay off it. This song, it pushed me out here though, and I don't know who the hell I am (the thought kills m
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