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PHOTOANGLEMEMORY
This is me. I like Indie/Folk/Acoustic. Sometimes I like rock. Occasionally "ghetto music." Every once in a while pop. I'm kind of a sucker for emo. I know, I'm completely fascinating.
Fractions by Emery
So basically, this is my romantic life right now.
one and three, you are here
(one and three, you are here
to tell me we can't do this)
to tell me we can't do this
(three for three, i'll disagree)
anymore
your hair and face against the mirror
as i take the steps
to save what's left of me
someone's out when it's over
people steal from you
they take anything they choose
it's good to see you
i missed you last night
that's such a lovely color
it goes with your eyes
before we fall asleep
i just wanted to say
this all seems so easy
but there's choices to make
can't decide
then look at the faces
candlelight
we're burning the pages
but ask us why
and hurting ourselves with this false start
resign yourself
and always be (and we pretend)
without the one (it simply gets easier)
thing you need (but does it get easier)
debating words with no replies
when we have these mornings where we can't say goodbye
i wanted to mean everything to you
but this isn't right
you keep coming back disassembled and i
keep losing this fight
i won't (i won't)
answer (answer)
dancing on the starlight glow
no one in the city knows
confidence can take you
nerves try to shake you
from going all the way
it's not that far
it's good to see you
i missed you last night
that's such a lovely color
it goes with your eyes
before we fall asleep
just wanted to say
this all seems so easy
there's choices to make
we watch the tide roll in
with cold air and coffee cakes
holding our words at lips
stopping the sounds they make
we know the way to go
we know each step to take
to be here
these words with no replies
stopping we's and starting i's
this need is killing me
and taking me over
i wanted to mean everything to you
but this isn't right
you keep coming back disassembled and i
keep losing this fight
New Semester, New Hair.
I'm not really getting new hair, but it is a new semester. My English teacher started out by being really encouraging and telling us that this semester was going to be real AP level work and most of us will fail, drop out, or commit suicide, but the ones that make it will be Harvard-worthy. Thank you, Mrs. James, thank you. So I got my binders all clean and organized today in preparation for my funeral.
In other news, I'm not popular. Exciting.
Halfway through this post, and I've realized that I have absolutely nothing interesting to say. Spectacular.
This concludes today's boring update on my scholarly life. Go do something productive with your time.
