See You Next Fall

August 4, 2009

I have a tendency to fall too hard

Hold on tight, girl, or you're gonna get scars

You looked so much better in my imagination

All those valiant deeds were part of my creation

Listen up now, I have a story to tell

It's a story about the boy I pushed down the well

His laughs, became chokes, then regrettably, silence

I guess this game was always destined for violence

I need a more realistic character in my life story

One that actually gives some meaning to this allegory

It's difficult for the imagination to run wild

When my legs crumble beneath me; they've been weak for awhile

On the ground I see I have room to grow

Falling might be romantic, but only you would know