Summer is almost here.
the band is playing.
I'm coming back.
my biggest fear is not being remembered.
or betrayal.
it's a virtual community of fakes and snobs.
you either love everyone or hate everyone.
it's just a shtick.
I don't believe you half the time you're talking.
I don't believe anyone anymore.
I think I saw him in my dreams.
He rode a bike with me into the dawn.
we closed our eyes when we gaze into each other's minds.
we're hopeless. both of us.
we knew right from the start we're exactly a like and thats why
we can never be.
oppisites don't attract, neither do other halves of a whole.
I'm losing you.
you don't know it yet, neither do i.
but I can feel it.
it's becoming a routine.
like an old song on the radio.
we're both dead inside, but we're laughing on the outside.
let's pretend we're alive for once.
my bags are packed.
my body is slowly figuring out what it's been missing.
i look at all these things i never use but i keep,
just like you.
some pointless connection to things resemble what we have.
I give them away and feel slight heartache.
you're my rabbit figurine.
you're my nostalgic comic book doll.
you're my old yard sale shirt.
you're my dusty faded oxfords.
you're my ceramic glowy ashtray.
I'll never let you go.
no matter how much space you take up in my life or what you really mean to me.
you're still there. even when you're not, you're in my head.
I can't let you go yet.
yet I take you where ever I land. for a reason I cannot remember.
maybe when I'm old and happy.
you'll be gone, in some other garage sale.
