He Sends Me PicturesI want to be with you all of the time, it's hopeless. All everyone's listening for are the mistakes but I guess the past is good for a laugh... That's all that you'll get, so you'll have to accept you are here and then you're gone. You've got nothing real, only empty space to fill, you become everything you said you never would be.He Sends Me Pictures
Meaning is sometimes hard to spot, the kind I have always seems to slip my mind. "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine You are my sunshine, my only sunshine" And everything that you do makes me want to die. So tell me then, what was it
The Low Hum of Lightspt. 1 (i thought i could find you in pills and bottles)The Low Hum of Lights
you once told me that you look forward to the first cigarette of the morning. more than anything in the world. so i sleep with an ashtray next to my bed. and i cling to hope like driftwood, after a shipwreck. i hope that i would find you between my sheets again... but i'm drowning in this
pt. 2 (some memories you can't erase)
if i could just be back in that room... after the needle had found the end of the record. and all i could hear was you. humming. and your heart. beating. y
We All Look So Perfectit's like sitting down and making a list of everything you have and love. and not being able to write anything down. it's like sitting down and making a list of everything you want. and you write so much down on that faded piece of paper that the graphite from your pencil begins to sink into the lines of your callused fingers. so that the next morning, no matter how much you wash your hands, there is still a trace of last night's horrible misfortunes. and you carry these troubles and desires with you everywhere. fingerprints of the heartbroken.We All Look So Perfect
every once in awhile i think of the letter you never wrote. and every time i try to im
Pictures and Wordssummers spent lying on the sidewalk. we either stayed up too late, or awoke too early. either way, i found myself lying next to you on the cool pavement, watching the sun rise. we tried to capture our love on a film strip. we tried to document our angst in a notebook. but they were just pictures and words. pictures and words.Pictures and Words
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