there's so much to do,
but i would rather be out there,
out where the people,
are out like the sun,
out like you laying on the cold floor,
sun will fill you as it has me
and we will go out for a drive,
a drive down the boulevard,
past the high school
where we go
past the house your folks live in,
past the city
and we could let the sun
fill us to the brim
and forever we would ride,
two in a chariot made of artificial gold,
two of us in the sunlight,
singing along to the radio
because it smells like teen spirit and we know,
and we wish it would snow
because we have that funny feeling that we should be happy
even though my house is a disaster
and we are chasing after
the horizon in your car
and never stop until we get far away
and into the mountains
and we play our entire CD collection
and we are filled with sunlight
and we drive beneath the canopy of trees
and cruise in the shade
and we laugh and play,
i don't want this feeling to go away,
please don't go away.
because this is how it's supposed to be
Friday, September 26, 2008
People Never Change Written-... Sometime in 2007
this is what I told you
cus this is what I tried
but you don't believe
in the tears I've cried
because you're too wrapped
around
her finger to hear
me whisper in your ear
about my love
that I hold above
anything else in life
I should have known
you wouldn't grow
out of your naive ways
because when her body sways
you think it's for you
but its aimed across the room
you're no different than you've ever been
boys are the same over and over again
second chances don't mean a thing people never change
or at least never have they grown out of their bitter stubborn ways
sorry I tried, sorry I warned you,
but thing I'm really sorry about is
sorry you think she loves you when she really scorns you
cus this is what I tried
but you don't believe
in the tears I've cried
because you're too wrapped
around
her finger to hear
me whisper in your ear
about my love
that I hold above
anything else in life
I should have known
you wouldn't grow
out of your naive ways
because when her body sways
you think it's for you
but its aimed across the room
you're no different than you've ever been
boys are the same over and over again
second chances don't mean a thing people never change
or at least never have they grown out of their bitter stubborn ways
sorry I tried, sorry I warned you,
but thing I'm really sorry about is
sorry you think she loves you when she really scorns you
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