Thursday, March 22, 2007

Terminal

Us sitting in the abandoned subway
somewhere in the twilight of youth.
What the fuck we think we're doing
is anybody's guess

You telling me it's not my fault,
it was an accident, you know?
All the time sounding so sure.

Me choking down the tears,
hoodie turned inside out
and so very far away.

But when I tell people about it,
this will be the best night of my life.
Because that is really the only way
that I can deal with this

1 Comments:

Blogger Cocaine Jesus said...

sadness writen in paintspray grafitti on an underground wall.
wonderful.

9:17 am  

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