Fireflies

I'm desperate to know how you are. I hope you're deep asleep. I've been awake for days, trying to study every inch of your body in this picture, from a distant day, when I could safely say nothing in this world could tear me down in any way. But like a dream, you disappeared.. without a sound, without a trace. Sleep well, darling. Wherever you are, I hope that you're happy tonight. And maybe you found someone who will love you right.

They give us truth deceiving, I don't think thats truth at all. They give us love thats leaving, I dont think thats love.

Oh did they think we wouldn't grow up? Did they think we couldn't throw back up the sour milk they been pouring down out throats? Oh they have raised one pissed off generation.

Here is the church and here is the steeple We sure are cute for two ugly people I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else but you.

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how dearly I'd love to get carried away oh but dreams have a knack of just not coming true and time is against me now.

All the ones who tried to tie you down couldn’t even start to understand, couldn’t find the words to hold your hand, couldn’t comprehend the master plan. All the books you started reading, all the boys you started seeing, every half completed sentiment that you always meant to say, gets stuck inside a memory. Like a miracle unfinished. And you only feel like going back to where there’s no place to stay.

But I fell for the promise of a life with a purpose, but I know that that's impossible now. And so I kill selected memories.

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Lie to me and say, Yeah, you worry too much love me, it's gonna be alright.

I give myself three days to feel better, Cause if I can't learn to make myself feel better.

You are subtle as a window pane standing in my view. But I will wait for it to rain, so that I can see you. You call me up at night when there's no light passing through. And you think that I don't understand. But I do.

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I’ve got a cupboard with cans of food, filtered water, and pictures of you and I’m not coming out until this is all over. And I’m looking through the glass where the light bends at the cracks and I’m screaming at the top of my lungs pretending the echoes belong to someone, someone I used to know. I wanted to walk through the empty streets and feel something constant under my feet, but all the news reports recommended that I stay indoors because the air outside will make our cells divide at an alarming rate until our shells simply cannot hold all our insides in, and that’s when we’ll explode.

You’re not the breath I breathe, just the sweet scent that I enjoy. You’re not the sights I see, just the most beautiful of them. You’re not the water I drink, just the flavor that makes it taste so good. You’re not the ground I walk on, just the partner I sometimes lean on. You’re not the blood in my veins, just what makes it burn so sweetly. You’re not my life, just the one I want to spend it with. You’re not my world, just the best thing in it.

Others conquered love - but I ran I sat in my room and I drew up a plan but plans can fall through as so often they do.

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You were the blue of the sky you came after the storm you were the switch on the wall in the dark of the hall
I'm still fumbling for 'cause i'm lost in the black.

Sometimes I feel connected to everyone, even if I don't know them.

"Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet. "
--Plato

"The reason people find it so hard to be happy is that they always see the past better than it was, the present worse than it is, and the future less resolved than it will be."
--Marcel Pagnol

I do not care what car you drive, where you live. If you know someone who knows someone who knows someone. If your clothes are this year's cutting edge. If your trust fund is unlimited. If you are A-list or B-list or never-heard-of-you list. I only care about the words that flutter from your mind. They are the only thing you truly own. The only thing I will remember you by. I will not fall in love with your bones and skin. I will not fall in love with the places you have been. I will not fall in love with anything but the words that flutter from your extraordinary mind.

"I keep thinking of how much I love talking to you. How good you look when you smile. How much I love your laugh. I daydream about you off and on, replaying pieces of our conversations; laughing at funny things that you said or did. I've memorized your face and the way that you look at mine. I catch myself smiling again at what I imagine. I wonder what will happen the next time we are together and even though neither of us know what the future holds, I know one thing for sure; you're the best thing that has ever happened to me."

Tell me where it all went wrong, maybe I can make it better.

If it’s true looks could kill then you will be the first to make me mad then you've got to go maybe you've got to go.

Wanted to run but there's just no where to go livin in a dreamworld, praying that it dont show.

One life is all we have and we live it as we believe in living it. But to sacrifice what you are and to live without belief, that is a fate more terrible than dying.

Do not be afraid, for you were born to do this.

I had one of those wishful thinking moments, where you hope everythings going to be different, but it all just remains the same afterall.

People don't want their lives fixed. Nobody wants their problems solved. Their dramas, their distractions, their stories resolved. Their messes cleaned up. Because what would they have left? The big, scary unknown.

At the end of the day, when it comes down to it, all we want is to be close to somebody. So this thing where we keep our distance and pretend not to care about people? It's usually a lot of bull. So we pick and choose who we want to remain close to. And once we've chosen those people, we tend to stay close by, no matter how much we hurt them. The people who are still with you at the end of the day, those are the one's worth keeping. And, sure, close can be too close, but sometimes, the invasion of personal space can be just what you need.

They stick you with those names, those labels -- 'rebel' or whatever; whatever they like to use. Because they need a label; they need a name. They need something to put the price tag on the back of.