Mood: Relaxed.
Song: Anthems for a Seventeen year old - Broken Social Scene
Used to be one of the rotten ones and I liked you for that
Now you're all gone got your make-up on and you're not coming back
I'm just waiting for September.
And then I'll let loose these shackles;
Something tells me I won't look back.
Something tells me I won't be back.
I read journals from almost two years ago.
Maybe even over two years ago.
"I have a feeling one day I won't want to be on the internet,
That I'll drift apart from all the friends I've gathered here."
More or less, I obviously didn't word it like that back then.
I see now it's happened.
I don't want to be here,
and I've drifted apart from them all.
What's the point in salvation?
I can take what I've gotten, and leave, and continue to grow.
Or I can sit in the middle of this road, and hope things go back to how they were.
Obviously that'll never happen.
I have the only one that matters, anyway.
She's the only reason I'm still on here,
and even she isn't on here anymore.
Now just to ask her if she actually wants me in California this December before I waste all my money, lawlz.
******** everyone else though,
you've all lost your shine.
Your gleam, you're not even interesting.
Life's gotten so predictable when you ramble about it,
I just can't seem to care anymore.
So off I go to dive into my own;
Well, in September, when the water is at it's warmest.
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