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Everything Just Lies, Killing Forever

at the bottom of the stairs
look left, walk forward
trembling in the memory of your room

that bed accomodates two
and i was comfortable with you

set the scene in wintertime
when you didn’t have to draw the line

it was music and movies, now and forever
if forever only lasts a month
the songs we heard reminded us
that we were there for each other
and oh how things change
what if it only feels that way once?

plan for time that hasn’t come
i said i’d be a success
but those lines didn’t fool you, did they,
into thinking that i was the best for you

so ambitious to attract the inverse
it’s going nowhere, and yet it’s first
and second best is like a test
to see if i fail at being there

i pass every day by your eyes in my mind
your body in bed frozen in time

i couldn’t drive and couldn’t sleep
called in sick to keep you company
but i guess i did it selfishly

everyone deserves a second chance
but a third’s too much to ask
as is the task of supporting this
and i’m gone in a way you’ll never miss

i’m living out then, trying to pretend
that dreams are real every time we smile at them

you aren’t there for me when i really need you
but i never wanna lose it for another two

this regret i’m writing out is as nothing as
the thank yous issued at the offer of my arm
in an effort to hold you and keep you warm

guess those aren’t the happiest moments

so new memories are in the making
and old hearts are here for breaking

The Quiet Things

A real friend would vote you for president. A special and sincere thanks to Gretchen Q. for heading up the “Preppy Kev for President” campaign. Now that’s friendship. Miss you, Gretchen.

Special thanks also to my friend Emo Jason, who is following up on the PK for Pres. campaign. Your encouragement is priceless. :)

Down to the River

Thanks for taking me down to the stream where I could have died climbing rocks or being bitten by big spiders. Thanks for watching me try to skip stones. Thanks for listening to my lectures and thinking what I say is important.

Lots to Think, Little to Say

Doesn’t it always end up this way?

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Gliding across the lawn, oranges and Evian.
And pizza right after the game.
Just tell me where and when,
Volvos and collagen.
Hope you might feel the same.
My Soccer mom, it’s on.
Knew all along so right it’s so wrong.
Pray to god that you’re thinking what I’m thinking.
I know you’re brattless every other weekend.
Let your hair down and keep it all a secret.
No reason why it couldn’t be that way.
Tell me I’m the one for you, even if it isn’t true.
I’d pretend to like those two snot kids.
And if it had to end, I think that my heart would eventually mend.
I’d keep my fingers crossed for another MILF like you.
I’d do anything for you my Soccer Mom.

“Soccer Mom” by the Vandals

Mistakes

Scarred by a summer whose promises are smoked, then exhaled
But the spark is dying and we’re just lying to ourselves
We’re just buying into the myth that a certain freedom is a certain happiness
Does what you’ve bought reflect the cost?
When time becomes just what’s between the lines
And the space is wasted on things you can taste but not savor
Then you should realize sustenance is meaningless, and life is without the flavors of trust and friendship
While those lost in the trials of childhood drown in the waters of the past
There might be no friends that last throughout
Beginnings and ends cast doubt on what’s now
But what’s then tends never to fade solidly away
The future’s coming, but is it any brighter than today?
There’s a girl I love, and perhaps she’s waiting
But she doesn’t get along with the boy she’s dating
And I know a guy who’s sure what satisfaction brings
But his pills don’t erase all the unhappy things
And while a genius might draw just like a child
He cannot survive in a wild world of what it is to be young and unknowing
Words have stung just by going straight to the heart
Unprocessed by the part of you that should be looking out
In truth without doubt, there were eyes so blue that never should have faded
But being young and jaded leaves your face just a memory
And I’ll trace it like I trace your lips, with the softest touch
Summer’s too much, and your promises have already dissipated
Leaving your lungs eviscerated, and suffocating sparks of honesty while the flames of distrust burn on
I have long since gone, but as you move to put the fires out
You’ll open up your mouth
And tell me again that you’ll do it because you love me
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Thanks for showing me what my life’s about.

Girl Next Door

Finding love is never an easy thing… what I mean is, once you find it, it’s just not easy.

North is not up and east is not right

I think the biggest conspiracy ever would be for toothpaste to be flavored with actual sugars.