the unknown

i'll search all day and i'll wander the fields for my love.
i'll look through the streets and go around the block for my love.
i'll swim across the ocean and float down the river for my love.
i'll dig up the graves and plant a new garden for my love.

i'll sing out to the winter and chill my bones for my love;
when will you be coming home, my love?

the moment

Make sure you do it for the love and not the hate.

the hot tea

and i just remembered, that to you, i will always be fragile.

the basement

i am not like you. i don't want to be drunk forever. i don't think hooking up is cool. i don't like dancing with strangers, and i don't like this incessant music that promotes all of these things.

yes i drink. yes i get drunk. yes i do stupid things. but i don't think these stupid things are cool or good for me. that's why i stay in the day after. that's why i put my phone on silent and don't try to find out where the party is at.

i love you and who you are. i just hope that you feel the same way i do sooner rather than later. and i hope you don't start to hate yourself in the process.

the game

you forget and you start again, but it doesn't feel the same. then he walks away and you are left alone; you never forgot that part and it will always feel the same.