something good can work

i'm torn in two. 

no one saw this coming, especially me. 

now that im 20...

i don't want anything more 

than to see your face when you open the door

you'll make me beans on toast and a nice cup of tea

and we'll get chinese and watch tv

tomorrow we'll take the dog for a walk

and in the afternoon then maybe we'll talk

i'll be exhausted so i'll probably sleep

and we'll get chinese and watch tv

you wipe the tears from my eye

and you say that all that it takes is a phone call

i cry at the thought of being alone and then

i wonder how long it will take till i'm home again

ps. i booked my ticket. countdown starts now. 22 days... 

you can take my body put it in a boat

light it on fire send it out to sea

what?

in need of...

new roommate

new certainty

i want to lose my brain

im not going to teach him how to dance with you

hes got two left feet and he bites my moves.

1. im biting my tongue 2. hes kissing on your hand

the first fight. then the second fight. two nights in a row. for about two months now, ive woken up happy because theres something in my life thats blossoming and beautiful. but then i just fucking powerviolenced it. or something.

i can't fall asleep to your mystery

slowly blowing from the shore

i have not failed to be what you expect of me

swallowing glass just to stay pure

these weeks have been rough, 

but if i can just push through to july,

everything should work itself out.