Sunday, May. 02, 2004
this old wound
sometimes eyes turn black, & sometimes scars are tracks, & everytime you're gone, i wish that you'd come back
nic bought me a mark, a mission, a brand, a scar yesterday
it hasnt left my cd player since i got home last night
i fell asleep listening to it at the lowest volume
remembering when i saw them two years ago
& i stole the drumstick from the exboyfriend
telling him, i'd look after it 'til we got back home, & not giving him it back until i went away six months ago
& shit...
& everyone found it comforting, its better me than them, i believe im doing well, they've taken both my belt and shoelaces..
*dashboard confessional
thissidedown at 11:13 am