“I’ll be quiet to keep you quiet.
Don’t concern yourself with my slow dying.
Through the vents I hear you sigh.
I don’t get too high these days.
Your floor is my ceiling.
Lights out, you can’t come in.
If you don’t remind me, I won’t forget you.
If you don’t ask, I won’t upset you.
I am jet black.
I am stone cold.
Jet black to the center.
Funny like a funeral.
I need you to bury me.
White noise in black room dust.
These hands long for one last touch.
Hourglass all out of trust.
I don’t scratch so I won’t itch.
I don’t reach so I won’t miss.
I taste our last kiss.
This is the cure: the same as the symptom.
Simple and pure: break to keep fixing.
Patiently nurse, patient and nurse.
This is the part I wouldn’t show you.
The part where you say, “I don’t even know you.”
This is your cue.
Be glad it’s through.”

“This must be the place.
I can tell by your glare.
I wouldn’t touch you on a dare.
Seven months to June and even then, so what?
My mouth is open, my book is shut.
My air guitar is out of tune.
My stupid hair is so ‘82 to you.
At least I don’t fit in.
Corner me in Chemistry.
It’s all just simple math to me.
Call me your names.
Make them stick.
I’ll laugh until I am sick.
Glad that that’s all through.
Got better friends to do.
Just can’t remember where I left them.
I’ll see you all in class.
Not if I ditch first.
Expect the best, accept the worst.
Walk until your blush subsides.
Drink beneath the 405 in the ivy and think about that girl.
Two grades below.
She pierced her nose way before it was cool.
Some older guy with a motorbike picks her up after school.
This school’s a living hell.
I work and don’t get paid.
I smoke a lot but can’t get laid.
Sit and stare, it’s all we do.
All my friends are broken, too.
We’re just waiting. Waiting to begin.”

“when the clouds come clear
open your eyes and we’ll be here
never will come for us
everything’s sung
never will comfort us
everything’s wrong
never will come for us
never will come come
why won’t you come?”

“fall down.
marigold.
fall sounds of rain.
why can’t I go.
those days when spokes wound baseball cards tear hear them roar.
and faster still those boards which let fly souls.
honeysuckle walk right afternoon time dies.
wish for sometime soon.
I’ll work it out.

my way.
so many faces.
so lost.
why can’t i go back when this mess was not made.
forever turns out just the same as two months.
that rages on then after”

(Source: yoko-littners-boobs)

threenotesawholelife:

Elliott “Drive On To Me”

You’re earth bound, I’m injured, 
We move too fast to remember the drive on to me. 

“I wish you could put your ear up to my heart
And hear how much I love you”

fuck…..

(Source: makingroomfortheworthwhile)