i heard you think you’re bulletproof.
pain is just more proof that you’re still alive.
You can be smart as hell, know how to add,
know how to figure things on yellow pads,
answer so no one knows what you just said,
but when you’re all alone, you and your head.
songs we tried to steal,
by folding vinyl in our back pockets,
things we tried to hold on to,
by putting them in lockets.
Things That I Said Tonight
7:35pm
me: …and that’s why I can’t really drink anymore.
h: well, I never saw you sloppy.
me: aw. thanks… but sweetie…. you were probably blacked out.
8:20
“you mean… i’ve never given you tickets to THE GUN SHOW?!”
9:15
“here, hold your hands together like this. i need somewhere to keep all the fucks i don’t give.”
10:55
“ohhh… exploratorium! you’re my favorite atorium!”
remnants, barely remembered
i’m only hanging on,
to watch you go down,
my love
it is the heart and not the head that leads a ram to charge.
“I don’t really think he’s going to eat him…. but kids are jerks.”
a friend asks what happened to his childhood.
so i tell him the truth.
“like everyone else’s childhood, it was put up for sale to the highest bidder.”
he is seven years younger than me, and has no idea what has been lost to him already.
