and if it's a balance or a dive, well, ari says it's not, so -
the words may be SHIT but every single note is like a heartbeat to me, every single
city bus a testing tray of infected cultured swabs. every forgotten newspaper moans
the name of a girl who has not had to yet sleep out in the gutter. and we know who
we're supposed to love but we don't know how. we battle like soldiers and sleep on
the same side of beds that are separated by too many city blocks. and i need to be
so much closer, because this great divide is pushing me to the edge. and he said,
"you've been victimized and you probably need HELP."
and if it's a balance or a dive, well, sickness says it's not, so -
someday i hope to find these words plastered on notebooks across america just like
those movie slogans have been tattooed across my face. and every streetlight is a
spotlight for some mediocre, everyday, random actor/actress/other who might have
piercings, wear a siut, or have lips the size of Hurricane Katrina. it doesn't matter where
you are as long as you're somewhere you want to be. and quite truthfully, i'd rather be
anywhere but here at any other time than now. and you're just standing there holding on
to the remnants of that christmas present you left on the movie theater floor, and regret.
she said, "you're a beautiful drunk and i love the way you look right now."
and if it's a balance or a dive, well, tommy says it's not, so -
and you always said "so, how goes the good fight?" before i realized it was a song title...
...man, i thought you were so creative. every balloon holds a secret we let float away. every
streetlight promises that NO, i will NOT be the one to write that obligatory song that everybody
writes at least once about a girl while driving drunk one February night. no, then i'd have to turn
out like you. and that's something i never want to do. i'd rather be dancing with you than with
myself. so it's late and i'm running out of blue ink, my gum has lost its flavor, and the color green
and los angeles smog isn't what i thought it was. i can't wait around for this well to run dry any
longer. it's my turn, again, to say "hey, THIS is my screen name, so get online after school."
yeeeeah. just like that.
yeah. just like that.