Tell everybody waiting for Superman that they should try to hold on the best they can, he hasn’t dropped them, forgot them or anything. It’s just too heavy for Superman to lift
This is what Exam procrastination does! You spend your time on Photoshop and be emo…
Go find another lover, to bring a, to string along…
I took the stars from our eyes, and then I made a map
And knew that somehow I could find my way back
Don’t forget
December Sun
You may tire of me as our December sun is setting because I’m not who I used to be
Instead I just live in doubtful oblivion where the gravy is watery and the mash is still too sticky.
No longer easy on the eyes but these wrinkles masterfully disguise
Let go of the garrets and the roaches it’s time to take back the cure and use it for the personal vendetta that sourly sows in the depths of the bloody muscle.
The youthful boy below who turned your way and saw
Something he was not looking for: both a beginning and an end
The youthful girl above turned your way and saw something she was looking for. A cure.
But now he lives inside someone he does not recognize
When he catches his reflection on accident
She lives with the guilt that he seems to have swallowed
On the back of a motor bike
On the back of the racks and the the load is to heavy just take the guilt and use it for emancipation
With your arms outstretched trying to take flight
Take the plunge. Itll hurt at first but fuck it
Leaving everything behind
But even at our swiftest speed we couldn’t break from the concrete
In the city where we still reside.
fuck it
fuck it
fuck it
And I have learned that even landlocked lovers yearn for the sea like navy men
Cause now we say goodnight from our own separate sides
Like brothers on a hotel bed
Like brothers on a hotel bed
Like brothers on a hotel bed
Like brothers on a hotel bed
Like lovers with no love
