Tuesday, September 22, 2009

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i know that look that josh gets in his eyes when he talks about god
the problem is that He never loved him right... but man, you don't want to be alone either
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i would like to be sixteen again. it was much more romantic. crawlin out windows to meet boys in the middle of the night, yelling at your mom about how she will never get you, endless afternoons out by the creek smoking pot out of soda cans, dreaming about escaping suburbia, and always driving your car too fast.
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joan said don't hide your light under a bushel but that's what im agonna do- stuff all that shine right back under my ribs and into my mouth and between my knuckles
so that my name will slink and slip away from your mind

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