Mr. Gorbachev, Tear Down This Wall!

You can’t sail in the Great Salt Lake,

You can’t do much of anything, 

Except.. count the skeletons of dead birds.. lying in the sand

Or count the dead space, and the distance where water used to stand.

It was beautiful before.

You can’t stare at a blank wall,

And wait for it to change.

You can’t wait for the colors.

And you, can’t stand in the same space

And waste your life away

You’re not exactly who you once were, or who you’re gonna be.

You were beautiful before.

You don’t have to sit there in silence

My darling, my darling.

You don’t have to sit there in silence

My darling, my darling.

Hold still, if you want “us” to go away,

Hold still if it never meant anything

My darling, my darling.

Hold still if you don’t have a thing to say

Hold still if it never meant anything

My darling, my darling.

You don’t have to sit there in silence.

It’s been a year, I’m still sinking.

Alone and unclear of what it all means

I’m taking it back, I’m taking ‘em down, your pictures off my wall.

I’ll smile again, I won’t fuck it up, no I won’t fall back down.

It’s been a year, I’m still sinking.

But I’m learning to swim, I’m treading water.

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While I may be used to being disappointed by people I know and love, it doesn’t make it any less shitty each time.

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my mind is a bucket full of thoughts.

6 days ago  /  0 notes

The older I get

The more I regret

The things that I said

And leaving your bed.

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