i think it was the first time i realised that i can change the world
or, at least change the way you and my sister hit the clock on every tick just to see what happened
time's really flown by i guess and it's hard to think of the way it might've been or remember specifically all the words and the rest of it
i felt down, more than i wanted to be probably
the things that we can do with it all together
like the trees in the backyard and its easter and it won't ever end
fucking phil, he's off with his boys somewhere and i'm just sitting here getting more and more lost with everything
and that was the thing about it, it's not like something was promised and then taken away
it was like no one else could share my so called dreams, which meant none of it was really happening
and that reach, around midnight, left her with just about that - nothing.
there's not anything particular about it either and i think the whole thing just gets vaguer every passing second,
but i am too and there's nothing wrong with that
it's funny when i stopped to realise that i was just nineteen at the time
how important could things have been anyway?
not very.
kick the tragedy
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