✩ a fabulous killjoy.
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(n) "cloud-walker" - one who lives in the clouds of their own imagination or dreams, or one who does not obey the conventions of society, literature, or art.
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We end our day up on the roof. I say I’ll jump, I never do, but when I’m drunk I act a fool.
and i got back up when i lost control over it all, over it all. and i knew that i couldn't take no more 'cause i want it all, i want it all.
your eyes are the size of the moon, you could 'cause you can so you do. we're feeling so good, just the way that we do.
we can leave this world, leave it all behind. we can steal this car, if your folks don't mind. we can live forever, if you've got the time.
who wants to sleep in a city that never wakes up?
you got that james dean, daydream look in your eyes and i got that red lip, classic thing that you like. (HTR)
your wrists were bound in my hands. water washed around our naked feet. your blue jeans over in the sand and we were wrestling in our picnic blanket sheets.
"Gravity, don't mean too much to me. I'm who I've got to be. These pigs are after me, after you."
“But our love it was stronger by far than the love of those who were older than we.”
I would still love you with your hands around my neck or I did last time I checked.
I, I can't get these memories out of my mind and some kind of madness has started to evolve. And I, I tried so hard to let you go, but some kind of madness is swallowing me whole.
My days end best when this sunset gets itself behind that little lady sitting on the passenger side. It's much less picturesque without her catching the light. The horizon tries but it's just not as kind on the eyes.
For a couple of weeks I only wanted to see her. We drink away the days with a take-away pizza.
"They say I'm too young to love you, I don't know what I need. They think I don't understand the freedom land of the 70s."
You grip your hands around my throat. You strip the buttons off my coat. I choose the methods I do best. Thump, thump, the thumping in my chest.
"All the pretty stars shine for you, my love. Am I the girl that you dream off?"
"Wraps her lips around a Mexican coke. Makes you wish that you were the bottle."
"Eyes bright, uptight, just girls. But, she can't be what you need if she's seventeen. They're just girls."
and at last i see the light and it's like the fog has lifted. and at last i see the light and it's like the sky is new.
“Go sit on the bed cause I know that you want to. You got pretty eyes, but i know you're wrong. ”
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