we drove the car to the top of the parking ramp. 4th of july. sat out on the hood with a couple warm beers and watched the fireworks explode in the sky. there was an exodus of birds from the trees cuz they didn't know we were only pretending. and the people all looked up and looked pleased. and the birds flew around like the whole world was ending.
i don't think war is noble. and i don't like to think love is like war. but i got a big hot cherry bomb. and i wanna slip it through the mail slot of your (their) front door(s)
you can't leave me here. i got your back now you better have mine. cuz you say the coast is clear. but you say that all the time.
so many sheep i quit counting. sleepless and embarrassed about the way that i feel. trying to make mole hills out of mountains. building base camp at the bottom of a really big deal. did i ever tell you how i stopped eating when you (they) stopped calling me. i was cramped up and shitting rivers for weeks. and pretending that i was finally free.
you can't leave me here. now that your back you better stay this time cuz you say. the coast is clear. but you say that all the time.
we drove the car to the top of the parking ramp. 4th of july. i planted my dusty boots on the bumper sat out on the hood and looked up at the sky.
~ ani difranco (but if she wouldn't have i sure would have)
thank you matty. you have no idea what it meant to me. sorry i have to put you through these kind of conversations about once every year. in the way that i do. i need to learn how to pick'em i guess. no actually i do. i appreciate it though. sorry for appologizing. i love my matty. see you this weekend.
me
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