"Do not anticipate trouble, or worry about what may never happen. Keep in the sunlight."
Last night in Broadripple was a fun night. But, not nearly as fun as the day before. Last night there were too many “bro codes” at stake for mi amigos. There’s something different in the air when you pine for your lovers presence. Although, she wasn’t with me both nights, she was still on my mind. Plus, mos def went harder the night before.
my world is firmly compressed into the pocket of your front breast. we pass over cities and towns collapsed, in hopes that people find amusement amongst the depressed. what you say - goes, and your site beats everyone else’s. and we all know we’ve already won.
once in awhile, while looking on the lampost while they dance alone.
(they pivot and sway in the street whilst the light sure shed by our road flare)
(another layered line is going on with these two lines…)
la la la la la la la la, etc.
watching the ground move quick and fast, the car is stopped and i’m out of gas, must be my fault.
whatever you say is correct by me cause all i wanna save is a cat in a tree.
i can’t get it down, i can’t get it down, i can’t get it down. the doubt breaks inside me as the light beat down from the giant’s pockets onto the ground
you’re a taker of vanities. a stealer of games. now show me a night where us both can be safe. you’re what i want
I’ll never let you down boy, I’ll never let you go. Her subtle hint of life, is so innocent and scary. “So tell me that you’re here boy”, She says as if she knows. When God took her with time, god made me quite alone.
It’s like the universe has left me, without a place to go. Without a hint of light, to watch the movement glow. When our song was slowly starting, your memory felt so real. At first against my will, but God invented chills.
Yeah I, I saw your ghost tonight, the moment felt so real. If your eyes stay right on mine, my wounds would start to heal.
The kids are in a hurry, and I’m just full of fear. The lights make bodies blurry. It’s getting hard enough to hear. It’s like the evidence is cared for, and evidently clear. If I never leave this dance floor, I’ll never leave you here.
Yeah I, I saw your ghost tonight, the moment felt so real. If your eyes stay right on mine, my wounds would start to heal.
I felt your ghost tonight and god it felt like hell. To know you’re almost mine, but dreams are all I feel.
Yeah I, I saw your ghost tonight, It fucking hurt like hell. I felt you here tonight, but dreams can’t all be real.
Love is like a campfire: It may be sparked quickly, and at first the kindling throws out a lot of heat, but it burns out quickly. For long lasting, steady warmth (with delightful bursts of intense heat from time to time), you must carefully tend the fire.
I am the prodigal son, a shameful prodigy too.
I am the love of your life, battering ram and confused.
I turn each day into night, I stand there waiting for you.
There is desire to fight, but I have nothing to prove.
There’s a good chance we won’t make it to the big dance,
They all owe us kisses for two.
So if I may, I will take the first steps
And say I feel like drowning at the end of the month.
