You are always whispering songs to yourself,
about Hollywood, Summertime, and Love.
And I am always reading your lips,
because I would love to know them.
You walk around with confidence in your backpocket,
and an Ipod in your hand.
And I just want to steal both,
because I don't have either.
Your sunglasses fill up half your face,
and I just want to rip them off you;
because the devil must have created those glasses,
if he wants to cover up your eyes.
Your shoes are always perfect,
and always stepping in unison with my heart.
You fill up hallways with your stories,
and dream of moving to LA when you turn 18,
to become to the lead singer in a screamo band named;
"Hearts fail at times like these".
And whenever you speak these words,
I want to grab them from you.
Because I would love nothing more but to move there with you.
And the other day I heard you talking about me in an upstairs classroom.
"She's nice,
But i'de love to change everything about her."
And in that moment;
I sang songs about Hollywood, Summer, and Love.
I listened to songs on my cd player,
because I still don't have an Ipod.
I put confidence in my backpocket;
because I relized it was in the front one the whole time.
I didn't wear sunglasses,
because I wanted my eyes to burn through you like the fires you see in movies.
My shoes missed a couple beats,
as I walked up to you--
and whispered in your ear;
"LA Would Kill For Fakes Like Us."
 [ElecTr!c]~[6]~[s!x] · Wed May 17, 2006 @ 05:39pm · 0 Comments |
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